Yesterday we went to an indoor antique mart . . . It’s a big place, and we spent a few hours going through it. Booth after booth of dealers trying to peddle old stuff.
The thing is, it did not occur to me to snap any pictures until I saw this thing . . .
That it was in the shape of the shuttle, is what caught my attention. Now, you would think I would have gone out to the car to get my expensive camera. But no . . . I used the camera on my Droid X. I really like the phone, but it’s not known for the quality of the pictures it takes. Especially in a poorly lit environment.
Thankfully, most are passable . . . if not up to my usual anal-retentive standards.
For people who do not find antique shops interesting . . . well, you are probably young, and antique to you means iPhone 3. These places can be overwhelming, as this place was.
You see, when I still lived in Italy, I met the Queen, and she gave me a coffee grinder. I remember it clearly . . .
. . . no, wait. I remember the coffee grinder. Whenever my mother would make coffee, and I was not in the doghouse for being a very annoying and difficult child, she would let me work the grinder. I think I used it twice.
There were many such items that crossed my field of vision during the time spent there.
It’s not just booths . . . there are display cases as well . . .
Or even stuff that holds a different kind of interest.
Here is one case that captured my attention . . . Wizard of Oz cookie jars. Big cookie jars.
That scarecrow . . . always hamming it up!
All in all, it was a fun few hours looking back at times gone by. Why, I even found an early wireless keyboard!
There are a few more photos in the SmugMug Gallery HERE. As I said, the quality is not there, but it may hold some interest just because of the content.
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