My long awaited weekend began with attending the production of The Pajama Game. My daughter, Molly and her husband, joined us. I attempted to dress vintagey, and in my mind pulled it off. My cherry pin I wore was true vintage. Does anybody else get where you totally dislike every picture with yourself in it? In the spirit of trying to not be so vain, I'm posting the picture, my double chins and all. It was a great night. The musical was funny and had a kitschy, retro, feel with adorable costumes and fun hairstyles. We are all still singing the songs in our head.
By the end of the night, my ankle flew to the right with every step, and I was in red-high-heel Hades. With a new admiration for Doris Day, I took them off and walked to the truck in my stockings. Normally this would have grossed me out, but I was desperate. Poor Molly, in high heel boots that couldn't easily be removed, hobbled to her car.
Happy Note to Self: Flats can be vintage too!
Friday, we were off to Austin. We had a great meal at the Texas Land and Cattle Company. The Steak Soup and the Smoked Chicken Enchilada Soup were out of this world. Bob and I realize we are getting old. We are in Austin, for Pete's sake, with all these food choices, and we eat at this restaraunt twice because of the soup, and of all places, IHOP (because of the pancakes) twice! We did have a more adventuresome night at Trudy's where I had my first stuffed and fried avocado. I think it is the best thing I've ever eaten in my life.
I would like to make a disclaimer at this point. I'm going to talk about the Maker Faire. I don't mean to hurt anybody's feelings, as it was superbly organized, well-run, clean, friendly, etc. It was just not what I expected, and that is entirely MY fault. So, if anybody happens upon this post that was a part of Maker Faire, please know I'm pointing the critical finger at myself. It was like attending a Martial Arts Convention and expecting to buy art supplies. I should have known better.
I was expecting lots of booths of cutesy handmade goods ready to take home. In actuality you were to learn and MAKE projects along with the artist...therefore MAKER Faire. (DUH) So, for someone who was expecting lots of glittery pinkness, vintage roses, and painted goodness ready to purchase, wrap up, and give for Christmas, it was not what I expected. The good news is, Bob...who was totally dreading the event, thoroughly enjoyed the Maker Faire! Go figure!
Expectation: cute little stuffed softies to purchase...teddy bears, pink poodles...
Reality:
Yes, it is very creative and people were having a blast pedaling this large reptile. I think it's a reptile.
Expectation: funnel cakes, big chocolate chip cookies, hamburgers and foot long corny dogs
Reality: (and much healthier, I know):
Expectation: Lots of quilts, vintage linens, polka dot aprons, and hats
Reality:
A very scientific display on algae that eats engine exhaust.
Expectations: some wood crafts, cutesy little embellished boxes, sewing cabinets
Reality: A large wooden catapult that tossed watermelons. Bob insisted we wait twenty minutes to see it in action. Yes, it can toss a melon a country mile.
Expectation: Perhaps some vintage clothes, ephemera, old dishes
Reality: Can you spot the vintage disco ball? That's a blast from the past! A band was playing on top of the firetruck, and they were really good!
Expectation: Artwork, collages, decopauges, original paintings
Reality: A great old van anybody could add their personal paint touch to it.
Expectation: Embellished cuteness everywhere
Reality: Embellished cars
It was all very interesting. It was just not my cup of tea. The weekend away with my husband was wonderful, and on the way home we stopped at an antique shop and I spent $1.62 on these great 50's, aqua, big, tumblers. So, I'm a happy girl!