With all we have on our plate this week, it was a bad time to catch a cold. So I just said no. I refused to have it.
And it went away.
True story.
This past Sunday D agreed to go with me to 4th Sunday Antiques on Mainstrasse.
It was another beautiful day, and we kicked the day off with brunch at nearby Otto's. (I would link directly to the restaurant, but their website is having trouble)
Mainstrasse on a blue-skied Sunday |
I always enjoy the graffiti. Support local artists! |
It was another beautiful day, and we kicked the day off with brunch at nearby Otto's. (I would link directly to the restaurant, but their website is having trouble)
Otto's is right in Mainstrasse. It has seating outside in front and in back (and inside), and we elected the back patio. The brunch menu is quite enticing, but I chose the Benedict Otto's and potato cake. Poached eggs are often done poorly and taste like snot. Otto's does the poached egg proud. It was served on a hard, herby, crispy thing which became more and more delicious as it soaked up the goo. D had the Breakfast Casserole (also good) and the goetta (because D always has the goetta, you'd think he was born in Cincinnati he is the most staunch supporter of goetta).
Sunlit yet shady patio |
I really liked our experience here. The back patio is nice, a bit loud, yes, because of the air conditioning unit, but I only noticed that at first. The weather was lovely, the waiter was a nice guy who gave us some advice on where else we could look for "previously owned" stuff, and the wait for our food was appropriate. I'd like to go back soon. Of course, with the labor day event at the house and the dog adoption, and my birthday and the upcoming renovation projects... I think it won't be soon. Though if we wait until the end of September for the next 4th Sunday, we'll get to try eating indoors. Actually, I'm excited to go back, I've got my eye on a few things on the menu. I didn't order the strawberry cheesecake french toast, but I assure you, I will soon. On the dinner menu they have something that sounds equally fantastic, "shrimp grits." My mouth waters with anticipation.
I've had a lot of mediocre food since we've moved. It's great to enjoy my food again.
With full bellies we walked over to the antiques market. It was lively without being overcrowded.
The vendors seemed nice. I only bought one thing, one thing which I am (quite evilly) contemplating keeping, even though I actually bought it as a gift for a friend. There was old jewelry and clothing, vinyl, furniture, toys (including *the* evil monkey), stained glass windows, just all sorts of things. I love to peruse the old-style jewelry, knickknacks, and books. Not necessarily to buy.
Please, somebody, give an elephant a home. |
I just like old stuff. And handmade stuff. And stuff that doesn't look like everyone else's stuff.
I just like old stuff. And handmade stuff. And stuff that doesn't look like everyone else's stuff.
I also think looking at these things just naturally makes me look backward in time, something I do on occasion as a swing dancer, but it also makes me look back in life. All of the elder relations in my family passed away too young, quite a long time ago. I miss them, and wonder what conversations we might have had if only they had stuck around a few more years. Certain objects or visuals are indelibly tied to my memories of them. I always think of Irene when looking at old jewelry and roosters, because of all the roosters made of seashells that roosted in her kitchen. I think of my Busia when I see old religious art work, or ceramic knicknacks, especially birds. I feel the same when I sit down to watch Have Gun Will Travel with D. I think of my dziadzia, a lover of all cowboy serials, and wonder how my grandfather and my husband would have gotten along. Or maybe they're on my mind lately because of the recent scare with D's grandmother.
Anyway! Back on topic. I had a good time at the antiques market. I think I'll go in September as well. We didn't go to the Cleopatra exhibit (yet) because D wanted to attend Aikido practice instead. So while he was at practice I went to Duck Creek Antiques, something I've wanted to do for ages, but their hours make it impossible to go unless its on a Saturday or Sunday.
Here it is |
"Who da Pole?" "I am, I am the Polish one." "No, it's a beer... nevermind." |
I bought some Christmas presents (starting early! mwahahaa!), and I bought a purse for myself for six bucks. This in itself is almost beyond belief. I am a nightmare to shop for, as anyone who has tried might attest. I almost always hate the clothes, shoes, and especially the purses that I'm willing to pay for).
Have been working around the house, and more to do on the trench and yard before the guests descend en masse for Labor Day. Even so, I hope to make time for the Cleopatra Exhibit, in this its final days. And, not to shirk my responsibilities too much, but this Saturday is the City Flea, in downtown Cincy. It's the last flea for 2011, 10am to 4pm.
This elephant lamp is at Julie's Inspiration Consignment Shoppe in Mainstrasse, the shop the waiter introduced to us.
Here is some press for the City Flea.
1 comment:
I totally would have bought the parrot.
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