The town I’m currently in had its annual fall festival this weekend. They always have a flea market, antique show, and craft show all at the fair grounds, and it’s always been a good place to find some pretty nice stuff for a good price.
I’ve had my eye out for one of these white ceramic fawns. I really, really wanted one. Like a lot. I’m not sure where I even saw the one that sent me on this obsessive tangent, but at some point it happened. This baby is a little smaller than what I’d originally seen, but that’s ok. I’m still watching for a TV lamp in the same design.
Fortunately this compulsive need to own a deer like this ended with me only paying $1 for it. It could have been a much uglier turn of events.
So without all of my cash blown, I ventured further in…

This is a small planter with another fawn on it. It’s sort of an ongoing theme for me. Anyway, I found her on a table in the middle of honestly overpriced things. I looked all over for a price tag. This was the only one I found…

Finding the original price tag on this planter was actually just as good as finding out the current going price was only $2.
Onwards to the craft show!!
Strolling among the craft show booths was pretty disappointing. There were a lot of people selling jewelry they didn’t make themselves - i.e. Obvious home-show party mass produced stuff. I felt pretty offended for my fellow jewelry artists that were selling there.
Then I purchased two patchwork centerpieces that I really, really liked. Normally I’m like “Ew” about quilts. They’re just not for me, I guess. However, those that use actual scraps and look like those that my great-grandmother made always suck me in. It’s all the bright colors and patterns. I actually plan to start one myself when I have sewing space set up.

The centerpieces were priced a little low. Actually by a little I mean a lot. I’ve spent this evening thinking about the little old man that was selling his wife’s work while she was at the quilt show in a different building. I feel like I’ve stolen from them even if I paid what they were asking. The thrifty part of me says “Yayee! A deal!” The crafter in me says “Oh no! People underestimating the worth of their work!!” So I’m totally torn. However, I really, really, really love the pieces I bought today. I’m probably going to end up going back tomorrow to buy a pair of pillows from the woman - Which are a pretty fair asking price. (By the way, the little man looked at me like I was crazy when I asked if I could pay double what they were asking.)
Finally, the local thrift store is basically an altar to everything I love currently. I simply couldn’t afford to buy it all. However, I did find a perfect condition dress in my size (which is a rare, rare treat).
