Twice a year the little town of Clinton closes off a couple
of roads and holds their antique festival.
We have gone two times and enjoyed meandering through the shops and
booths, looking at the junk – oh, I mean “antiques”. Really, what makes something an antique? Most of the time we were saying “Oh, I had
one of these” – I guess that means I’m an antique.
There aren’t any critters and I didn’t see fiber but the sun
was shining and there was a breeze so that went a long way in making up for the
deficits. My husband enjoyed checking
out the classic cars (maybe I’m not an antique – I’m a classic!).
I found a rusty spring. I hear you laughing. What do I need a rusty spring for? Well, there are some patterns in punch needle projects (see, you knew I’d get fiber in here somehow) that are for bunnies or kitty cats. You make it like a little pillow and attach it to the top of the spring. I’ve seen them in magazines and had no clue as to where I could find one. Lo and behold there they were – and for $2. A bargain for sure.
For the most part though, things were overpriced. I went looking for some old clay pots and
actually found some gorgeous ones but rarely was the price less than $100.
Once our skin was a little sunburned and our calves were
screaming from walking up the hill, we decided it was time to head home. Along the way the urge for ice cream took
over (don’t you just hate when that happens?).
Thank goodness for smart phones.
It led us The Chunky Monkey in Norris.
It is just a tiny place off the main road to Andersonville. We were not the only ones who had the ice
cream urge. The place was packed, the
picnic tables were full and unfortunately the workers were less than organized. But it was delicious Mayfield ice cream. I also saw (and smelled) the burgers and
fries from their grill – perhaps next time.
All in all, a good road trip with the hubby.
Until the next one – stay warped,
Sharon
