On Monday I was finally feeling almost human so I decided to spend a few hours at the 57th Street Antique Mall in Sacramento. I was there a month or so ago with Rick but I do so much better at shopping when I don't feel like someone is keeping a close eye on my wallet. Not that Rick ever does that ~ surely I'm projecting ~ but still. I do like to browse and take my time and not feel like someone would much rather be anywhere else and is just indulging me. Again with the projecting.
So before we head off on this little adventure I have to explain a slight character failing of mine. Ever so slight. I have the worst sense of direction. If I can get lost I surely, and most spectacularly, will. So I Google mapped the driving directions to the antique place since it is way the heck on the other side of Sacramento from where I am. Directions are straightforward and simple - two freeways, one exit, two rights and I'm there.
I'm typing this from a little cafe in Montana while I wait for Rick to come fetch me. Okay it wasn't quite that bad and honestly Google gave me totally bogus directions. The exit it said to take doesn't even exist. So I ended up in, I don't know, Stockton or something and finally had to call Rick to get me out of this mess. He is used to these calls. It took me an hour and 40 minutes to take a 30 minute ride.
Finally I pull into the parking lot and would you look at that - the parking is awesome today. Suspiciously awesome. The stupid place was closed. Hello? People go antiquing on Mondays, don't they? Evidently not.
So I went out again today with better driving directions and made it unscathed and the doors weren't locked. I brought my camera with me because I wanted to take a picture of a cabinet full of doll parts that we saw the last time were were there. It was just so freaky looking. But it was gone. I did buy a pressed glass egg plate that I saw last time and have since thought about a great deal. I was pleased to see it still there since I generally don't have that kind of shopping luck.
I wish this picture turned out better but I'm always self-conscious about taking pictures in stores. It was so pretty in person. All that sparkly pink and green glass together.
I love pressed glass. I love the whole idea behind pressed glass. A way to mimic the look of more expensive cut glass so the masses could enjoy pretty glassware. It's just so humble and accessible.
The ladies at the 57th Street Antique Mall are totally on to me too. They knew what I was really after and kept directing me to certain booths with secret drawers and boxes. "Pssst - over here. Come see this. Surely you can't resist these lovelies...."