Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Let it be known:

I need another dish in my house like I need a hole in the head. Or, in this case, more vintage stemware. Just FYI.

This is a problem because Sunday we went to the sprawling Rose Bowl flea market. With no children. Also known as my idea of the perfect Mother’s Day :)

And it was perfect. Perfecto. Supreme!

Of course upon arrival (and after receiving our free “beauty soap for beauties”!) I made a bee line to my favorite tent which is literally just stuffed with thousands of pieces of random linen, handkerchiefs, vintage baby camisoles, and raggedy old quilts. One of my favorite parts of the whole day was when I found myself sitting like a queen, in the shade, balancing on a three legged stool as my handsome well dressed hubby was willingly, (as in: of his own volition) on his knees digging through piles of pretty little things and holding them up for me to look at, as well as bringing me piles of linen treasures to sort through. You should have seen the looks the other women at the flea market were giving him; like he was coolest dude since sliced bread.

I don’t think that’s how that saying works, but he really, really was!

So, no, on Mother’s Day I didn’t get any fancy jewelry, but I did walk away from that booth with about two hundred dollars worth of other people’s used, unwanted or discarded handkerchiefs, tablecloths, baby clothes and pillow covers…

..and bartered them down to just under a hundred.

SWEET! See what I mean? PERFECT day. We can go home now…

…but then…

I saw them.

And I wanted them.

Now I am just being spoiled! I mean, as I am ogling these heavy white milky goblets, Jon is hauling a huge basket of linens back to the car. Because we’re done, right?

Well $35 bucks later (bartered down from $60! Woo-hoo!) I was the proud new owner of 8 goblets and 6, um, smaller goblets? Dessert dishes? I don’t know what they are called, but I am going to put pudding in them. With fruit. And chocolate chips.

Which is when I stumbled into heaven. Or “The Heavens.”

Honestly! It was a little space devoted to thousands of hundred year old bookplates. Otherwise known as illustrated pages out of hundred year old books. I have been inspired and sewn some things from bookplates I have found before, and I love the smell of the old paper and the collections of horses and botany and… no… NO! I don’t have any more money! I can not discover this right now…

It was too late! In my hands I was holding a fragile yellowing bookplate of our solar system that stopped at Saturn. And behind that, the mathematical calculations and illustrations of a solar eclipse…

Well, I’m screwed.

So I’m striking up a conversation with the shop owner, all the while in my head trying to figure out if the kids really need bread and milk the rest of the month, when the woman next to me asks what I would like to do with these pages.

I look up, “I’m going to try and sew…  …. them….”

brain stops

wheels turning

I know this person.

No I don’t.

…Yes.

Yes!

I really do…

I’m about to have a conversation with Linda Hamilton. (this lady)

Now, I have to stop here and say this might not mean that much to you, but in our horror/sci-fi movie loving house, The Terminator is a honored classic. Even better than that, we are cult followers of the TV show, Chuck, which is a series about what it would be like if, instead of designing software for the healthcare industry, my husband had worked at Best Buy and been recruited by the CIA for his nerdy charm and giant brain.

So in addition to being the kick-ass mom in the Terminator, Linda Hamilton plays Chuck’s kick-ass mom, too.

Which means, now its Mother’s Day, I’m standing in the hot sun holding spectacular solar system bookplates in my hands, and am now required to behave like an interesting adult while I talk to Chuck’s mom, Sarah Conner.

For someone who has ADD, I am used to saying one thing, thinking another, fiddling with whatever I have in my hands, and kicking things with my feet all at the same time.

Because, you know, I can.

But even 31 years of practice didn’t prepare for me for this. It was like my brain was saying “be cool. Be Cool. BE COOL!!” And I’m all “Why are you yelling at me?!” and my mouth is saying, “I just spent an hour at a booth sorting through pillow cases and handkerchiefs, and now I’m hoping to sew this solar system on one…” and my brain is all “Gross! Why did you say pillow cases? That doesn’t sound cool! Say vintage embroidered children's clothing..” and I’m all “It’s too late. IT’S TOO LATE!! <hysteria building>” and my mouth is all “Yeah, I just do these at home, I have a shop on Etsy.com, it keeps me busy between diaper changes, HAHAHAHA!”

Crap. I laughed too hard at my own, well? That’s not really even a joke, is it?

So we talked for a few minutes, and that thing about celebrities being even more beautiful close up? That’s true, but in this case it was for all the best reasons. She had a GREAT face, filled with lines and creases in all the right places, not a face lift in sight, and brilliant sharp eyes. I knew I was standing there with someone who asked me about my plans for the bookplates because she really wanted to know. And gosh darn it, if she didn’t like me back a little, too.

Since “be cool” had to be written all over my face she must have known that I recognized her, so I found it awfully nice that right before she left she put her arm around my shoulder, gave me the briefest squeeze and said “Thanks for sharing your stories with me,” then turned to walk away, and NOW! Right there! While her back was turned I had a split second to get Jon’s attention since I wanted to share our “rose bowl celebrity sighting” with him! It was clear he hadn’t paid her any attention, so I quick grabbed his wrist and made my best “LOOK! OVER! THERE!”  expression, during which I’m pretty sure my eyebrows may have detached themselves from my face, then just as quickly dropped it all and threw back on my (probably bizarre) “be cool” face, in case she turned around again.

He didn’t get it, but he did ask me if I needed to sit down or something.

No! YOU sit down! Once she was out of earshot I quickly filled him in and he went bounding out of the stall in search of her while I negotiated a fine little purchase price on my charmed bookplate pages.

Spoiled.

That’s me.

And that was my awesome Mothers Day. Before heading over for a quick fun visit to my Grandma Maxine in her new digs, we finished the market walking hand in hand… except for the twenty minutes my fingers were digging around in the fifty cent costume jewelry… or when Jon stopped a guy loading up his truck to leave, and negotiated him down $15 bucks on a divine and large standing sewing box for a grand total of twenty dollars… or when I bartered three bucks off for some lovely yellow African Trade beads.

I don’t know why I’m telling you all that, I can just show you! --->

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If I had planned this day, it never could have gone that well. It’s always the little unexpected adventures that make this mother happy and grateful! No sarcasm in sight. Sorry :)

6 comments:

Andrea said...

That sounds like an awesome day! I love all of your goods, and I love the sewing box.

Aimee said...

I love everything about this post! Everytyhing. I'm laughing so hard I'm crying and I'm also crying because I want your goblets and most especially your solar system book plates! You can keep your Linda Hamilton story if I can have a piece of the solar system!

Tara said...

Ugh. I just wrote a comment and blogger punched me in the face and erased it. It was brill, too.

Janet said...

I have a picture of me and Linda Hamilton the day I met her last year...the look on my face says it all. I told everyone that it was my "Oh my God...I just hugged Linda Hamilton!" look.

She is a hugger and a great person.

And I love the treasures you found. I wish we had places like that around here! We don't even have very good yard sales.

Erin said...

To say I'm jealous of you sitting in Southern California with your windows open writing about going to the Rose Bowl flea market is, like, the understatement of the year. Can I just trade places with Jon? I promise I'll say the right things in critical moments and take Russell to school and everything. We might have to redo your budget though...
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