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Once upon a time Husby and I were having dinner with his parents.  We told them how we had recently been antique shopping.  My mother-in-law, who could not relate in the least, looked at me with a blank face and asked, “do you like old things?”  Yes.  Yes I do.

We’ve come to a point where we don’t need more things in our house, so actually buying antiques to furnish or accessorize our home hasn’t happened for a while.  But we still like to look around and may pick up a little something here and there just for fun.  We recently went on a couple of antique shopping excursions.  I didn’t buy anything, but I love looking and dreaming.  Because I like old things.

I just loved these old narrow doors but couldn’t justify getting them because I have several other old doors hiding in the basement waiting to be put to use. Some day I’ll actually execute the plans I have for the doors we already have. Until then, no buying doors.

Husby spotted this half-circle-spindle-mirror thing. (Shows how knowledgeable I am when it comes to antiques.) We both loved it and knew where we could put it in our house, but had no room in the car to haul it home. Oh well.

We sold several wagon wheels at the estate sale of Husby’s parents. They were the bane of my marriage. Now that they’re gone we still have to look at old wagon wheels which harken back to Husby’s old days living on the farm.

I love the clutter of an architectural salvage shop. Wandering through makes me feel like the guys on American Pickers.

Who doesn’t need some vintage boobs? Thanks, but I already have some.

A mystic’s head inside a crystal ball. It was animated too!

Sometimes we come across some really weird things.  Like a horny chair or a horny animal drapped in some net-like thing…

Of course antique dealers are always on the lookout for things to buy and sell.  One vendor had a sign on his table with his wish list.  I circled one thing I thought was most amusing.

Yes, I like old things, much to the confusion of my mother-in-law.  I romanticize a simpler time when people would whittle and do needlework by the light of a kerosene lamp.  I imagine the grand houses from which stained glass was salvaged.  And while I’ve always wanted a big set of moose antlers mounted on the wall of my rumpus room, I don’t think I would like any “dead things” on display in my house.

The pictures shown in this post were taken at the Antique and Flea Market Spectacular held at the Minnesota State Fairgrounds and The Bay Trading Company in Egg Harbor, Wisconsin.

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If you read yesterday’s post you know Husby and I endured a blown-away canopy followed by a beautiful, sunny autumn day of sales at the Sister Bay Fall Festival.  The thing that made me so nervous about applying for this show in the first place was the fact that it was a three-day show.  I’ve never done a show of that length before.  With one minus (blown-away tent) and one plus (lovely and lucrative day) everything about the show was even.  However, periodically throughout the day Husby was checking the weather report for the rest of the weekend.  It didn’t look good.

I spent the entire evening toiling over how I was going to manage the show with 20 mph winds and a 90% chance of rain with temperatures in the mid-40s.  At least I was satisfied with how we closed up shop on Friday evening, lowering the canopy and adding even more weights to keep it from flying away overnight. 

When I woke up Saturday morning I resumed my worrisome behavior, trying to decide if I should weather out the storm or shut down completely.  I weighed the pros and cons of sticking it out.  The cons won.

This is how it looked outside while I was pacing back and forth Saturday morning, trying to make one of the hardest decisions of my business life.

We rushed to the site of the show and packed up everything before the event was scheduled to begin.  (No, the canopy had not blown away this time, thank goodness!)  Before we made it back to the motel it started to rain.  And it rained for forty-eight hours straight with healthy winds coming off the lake.

I’ve always been kind of judgmental when it comes to people packing up and leaving a show before it’s scheduled to end.  I felt like a hypocrite and spent the rest of Saturday second-guessing my decision to leave early.  When it was still raining on Sunday I knew I’d made the right choice.  Not only would that much wind and rain have damaged my product, Husby and I would have been crabby and cold.  Thinking like a shopper I knew I’d never venture out in that kind of weather to wander around at an outdoor event.

While we were out at an antique/junk store on Sunday we happened to see our vendor neighbor.  I looked at my watch and saw the craft show was still, technically, in progress.  I teased her and asked why she wasn’t sitting out in the cold rain.  She said she wished she had done as I did and packed up Saturday morning before the rain started.  There were no shoppers and many of the vendors started tearing down on Saturday afternoon.

Long and short of it all, I worked one day of a three-day show.  I still feel a little guilty for begging out, but I’m also very glad my wares were safe and dry.  I’m very pleased with the money I earned on Friday, but disappointed that the weather didn’t cooperate in making what could have been the most lucrative show of my life.

To my fellow craft show vendors out there, I don’t recommend leaving a show early for reasons like poor attendance or low sales.  That’s the show to avoid next year.  If it’s a one-day show, stick it out to the end.  If it’s more than one day, and your product or your health might be jeopardized, pack up during the off hours of the show to avoid annoying shoppers and fellow vendors.

The decision to leave in the middle of this show was a difficult one indeed.  Now I’ll spend the next six months trying to decide if I’ll take a chance on it again next year.

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All right, so October isn’t exactly summer, but the Fall Festival in Sister Bay, WI (held Oct. 12-14) was my last outdoor show of the season.  I had high hopes, hearing from many it is the biggest festival on the peninsula.

Husby and I arrived in Door County on Thursday afternoon and went straight to the site of the craft/art vendor area to set up our canopy and a few props that needed assembly.  We figured getting a jump on the set-up would give us more time to prepare the displays the next morning before the show started.

After setting up the canopy and weighing it down with many weights on all four legs we set off to have a nice little supper of superb seafood chowder and breadsticks at the Cornerstone Pub.  Then we crawled into our cozy little motel bed for a good night’s sleep before the opening of what would be my biggest and best show ever.

The next day we arrived on site at 8:00 a.m., two hours before the show was to begin.  We were greeted by frantic vendor neighbors who were unable to set up their displays.  Why?  Because during the night the mighty wind blowing off of Green Bay took hold of our heavily-weighted canopy and positioned it in the middle of the road, after which someone had moved it into an open space two tents down from our assigned spot.  (How they moved it I’ll never know – there was about eighty pounds of weight on each of the four legs of the canopy.)  I’m grateful someone got it out of the road, but I was certainly surprised to see our canopy was the only one affected by the great winds of Lake Michigan.  Perhaps being from St. Paul, MN we were naive to the power of the autumn weather of Door County and misjudged how much weight was actually needed to keep the canopy in its spot.  Or maybe our assigned spot was really the Burmuda Triangle of Mill Street.

That ocean is Lake Michigan. That hurricane is the wind off the lake. That ship is my canopy. Burmuda Triangle I say!

With the help of our neighbors (craft show neighbors are usually awesome in their helpfulness to those in need ~ it’s a karma thing) we got the canopy back in its assigned spot and set everything else up for the day.

It was a beautiful autumn day.  Sales were tremendous.  Tune in tomorrow to find out what happens after our first very successful day of the Fall Festival.

A sunny street corner in Door County, WI

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Wordless Wednesday

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Dive Night is a once monthly adventure undertaken by me and Husby, along with our friends Ruthie and Ray. Each couple alternates choosing a restaurant, one which must come under the category of “dive.” Our definition of dive: a neighborhood gathering spot with a laid-back atmosphere and good food. We’ll find the interesting hang-outs in the Minneapolis/St Paul area. Casual attire required. A sip of beer or wine doesn’t hurt either.

There’s nothing like spending a crisp, clear autumn evening on the shores of the St. Croix River in Stillwater, MN.  Our Dive Night was spent on such an evening on just that river…in Stillwater yet!  PD Pappy’s was a surprise as it’s hidden from the street.  If I had a houseboat on the river I probably would have known it’s been there for a long time.

The St. Croix River as seen from the deck of PD Pappy’s.

This restaurant has dining and drinking indoors and out and halfway in between.  We had our dinner on a semi-enclosed deck-like section.

The outdoor (sort of) deck area.

There’s also a nice little gazebo bar outside.

Ray poses as a local.

The inside of the building is filled with lovely woodwork and interesting details.

The fully stocked bar.

Of course you’re wondering about the food.  Well it was just wonderful!  The menu was extensive and the offerings were creative, especially when it came to the appetizers.

A poor picture of some very delicious crab and artichoke dip served with corn chips and pita bread.

Lemon pepper shrimp skewers. They offer different flavors of shrimp skewers. Husby loves lemon pepper so that’s what we got. So good. I’d like to try the other flavors some time too.

The entrees were fabulous too.  Husby and Ruthie both got a chimichanga, one chicken and one beef.  They reported them to be delicious.  Ray got a very nice-sized reuben with fries, and I got a fried haddock sandwich with fries.  You might remember how I like to dip my fries in tartar sauce when I get a fish sandwich.  The tartar sauce was so good I could have eaten it all by itself with a spoon.  The sandwich was huge and hot, and the fries were plentiful.

My haddock sandwich and fries.

The chimichanga, served with salsa and sour cream, enjoyed by both Husby (beef) and Ruthie (chicken).

Ray’s reuben, peeking out from behind the fries. A Fat Tire beer too!

And don’t forget, PD Pappy’s has live music.  We weren’t there late enough to hear the band playing that night, but we saw them setting up for a night of music and dancing.

PD Pappy’s is a fun riverside restaurant and bar.  Don’t be dissuaded from going if you happen to hear it’s a biker bar.  Sure, lots of “motorcycle enthusiasts” visit, but they’re there to have a good time, just like you.

Thumbs up all around the table.  The food was great, the service wonderful.  This place is probably best enjoyed in the summer and fall months when you can take advantage of the nice weather.  Sit back, sip on your favorite libation, snack on some good food, and watch the boats float by on the river.  Relax at PD Pappy’s.

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