The goods. The scenery.
When you mix it all together with the food and the people and the events, you get the entire Antiques Week picture.
It’s all happening. Twice a year. In sprawling Texas cow pastures. See you there in the fall?
As if shopping the fields isn’t enough to keep you busy during antiques week in Warrenton/Round Top, there are get-togethers too!
I was able to attend three beautiful events during this show. Two were blogger events. The third was an evening soiree hosted by the rodeo queens of West Texas.
I met the rodeo queens at their antiques show in Colorado City, Texas, a couple of years ago. They took their show on the road recently to Waxahachie, Texas. Needless to say, the prairie picnic they hosted in Warrenton was just as lovely as their shows. From the nametags to the cheese selection to the caramel apple dip to the picturesque location, their attention to detail sparkled.The bad news: No photos. I took none. Are you bummed?! Of course you are. So visit their Facebook page for a look-see.
Theresa Cano‘s blog parties are epic. This show’s partay was no exception. Lots of giggling and photo snapping. Mouths burning from hot guacamole. Ears burning from gossip. This show Lisa Love Harris was Theresa’s special guest. Lisa just published her first novel, a mystery set in the junking world. I know how it ends, but I won’t spoil it for you. You’ll just have to read it yourself.
Another blogger event was held at Royer’s Cafe in Round Top. Please tell me you’ve been there. Bud Royer’s pie is Kind of a Big Deal. And so is he. This show he teamed up with designer and style icon Carol Hicks Bolton and Dallas Market Center to present a luncheon benefitting Dallas-based non-profit Dwell With Dignity. The food was amazing, as always. But the intimate interview with Carol had me close to tears. She talked a lot about her kids. She talked about her new shop in Fredericksburg and how it came about. But the conversation kept coming back to the importance of integrity. She stressed to the room full of bloggers that at the end of the day, you are not your blog — words of wisdom that needed to be heard by more than a single pair of ears — you are so much more. Your blog, the furniture you buy or sale or use to decorate is all well and good, but it shouldn’t be the focal point of your life. Amen. Carol is a trendsetter whose style has inspired so many people. But more importantly, she’s a beautiful human being. And that roomful of bloggers at Royer’s? We are better people for having spent time with such an amazing woman.
If you aren’t familiar with Dwell with Dignity, I encourage you to check them out.
And, if you go to market in Dallas, be sure to visit the vintage market in the cash and carry area. Some of your favorite dealers will be there. I love going to market and finding vintage goods. Makes me feel more at home. Bud will be there too. With his pies! Who can resist that temptation?!
I MAY have mentioned in my last post that it’s the people that keep me coming back to antiques week. The photos above capture just a handful of the characters you might encounter while hunting for junk. Some are dealers. Others are perennial shoppers like myself. If you’re a blogger, there are events held just so you can mix it up with your comrades. But that’s another post for another day.
Hope these photos won’t scare you away. I hope they make you want to hop in the car, catch a plane or even thumb a ride to the next show — where all these faces will be around to greet you!
Truth be told, there are many places that fall into “happy place” territory for me. I love the beauty of an old church sanctuary, the majesty and stillness of the mountains. And right now? My son is strumming his guitar loudly, which makes my heart sing.
And last week? I was at my happiest once again, chasing down good junk in the dusty cow pastures of Warrenton and Round Top. I spent a record eight days in the fields during this show, which I realize is more than a week so don’t go criticizing my math skills.
I was sweaty. My hair was HUGE and frizzy from the humidity. My ankles were swollen and are still covered in mosquito bites. I got very little sleep. Still? I was (and am) happy. It’s a kind of junking high, I guess. I know I’ll eventually come down, but I’m trying to take advantage of it while I can. My car is almost entirely empty already. And my space at the shop is getting full!
But the best part of antiques week isn’t the vast collection of goods. Yeah, there’s always great junk. But it’s the collection of personalities that keeps me coming back for more. Even when the temps soar past 100. Even when it’s rainy. Even when it’s so windy the sand whips at your legs like you’re on the beach.
I adore and admire so many of the dealers that sell in those cow pastures. And I’m amazed that they return show after show. With smiles on their faces. I wear out my welcome bending their ears and sitting in their chairs and stealing the breezes from their fans. And still they smile. They generously offer gum and beds and discounts and gifts. They don’t have to do it. It’s just the kind of people they are. And I love them for it. And I’m so fortunate to know each and every one of them.
Then there are the other junkers. I get a lot accomplished walking the fields alone, but I love the company of fellow junkers. Of like minds. Of shared experiences. We talk a little shop. Dream big. Laugh loudly. And eat well.
And after hours? More talk. More laughs. More mosquito bites.
That’s antiques week…the junk, the people, the food, the gatherings. Always something new to see. Always someone new to meet.
To my friends, both old and brand new, I’m already looking forward to seeing you again in six short months in the fields of dreams. My happy place is your happy place. Am I right?