We went to the Alameda Antiques Fair on Sunday [following the afore-mentioned encounter with a delicious almond croissant]. It was brilliant out and we saw many wondrous things, including:
I am still beating myself for not buying that perpetual calendar. I can’t remember the last time I felt this much non-buyer’s remorse.
There were several other people there, taking photos, too:
Printer & Piemaker: Full Speed Ahead and Notes from the Point, March 2010
Poppytalk: This Week from Lisa Congdon: Collector’s View
heart on my sleeve: Alameda Flea Market
Tim and Gary picked me up this morning and after coffee, we met up with Victoria and Dusty at the Alameda Antiques Fair. It took us 10 minutes just to walk across the parking lot to the main entrance, and the fair itself stretches out across the base just bout halfway across the bay to San Francisco. It is one serious swap meet. Two hours and I didn’t come anywhere close to seeing everything. I wish you had been there, you would have gone nuts.
I scored some Murano glass carrot beads and a tie pin with a G on it and some old watch faces that I think I’m going to put on a bracelet. The photo of the beads up there caused some lunatic vendor to scowl at me [“you’re not allowed to take pictures here!”]. Regret of the day: I wish I had bought the entire box of these doll charms but they were $1 each and I don’t really have a use for them. I would just like to have them to look at once in awhile.
You can view more photos from the fair here.
Afterward we met Donna and D at La Piñata and gorged ourselves, sat comatose at the cafe, then came back and discussed politics with Chad for far too long. Tired now.