Wednesday, May 04, 2011


Our little weekend away was off to a great start.  
We stopped and shopped in Forreston, 
watched the Wolf Pack play football 
and so it was time to meet up with cousin Brody.  

The doggy hellos out of the way and everyone settled down for a nice nap the two legged members of our little party went out for dinner at Bob's

The food was good and the company better.

Sunday morning after mass and brunch with Hero Husband, Miguel and his friends, otherwise known as the 14 best looking guys ever assembled, Hero Husband and I headed out for Forney.

We have been on a mission for a while to find the perfect piece of something interesting to hang on the monster wall in our living room.  

Hero Husband is convinced that an old door would be a great fit.  I think it's a great idea and considering the love he has shown me in our decorating endeavors I was thrilled with the idea.  

On our way we saw a disgruntled car owner.

Warning: Import car humor.

And then we arrived in Forney

Until this weekend I had remained blissfully unaware of the antique mecca that Forney is.  

I kind of wish I had never known.  It would have saved me a lot of money.  
I am trying to listen to what the 50 year old me would be saying if she were here.

 "Don't do it, Turn back now!" 

but I apparently don't listen to myself.  
As soon as we walked in the doors of De Ridders I knew it was all over.

Seriously people.  They had a real gypsy wagon for sale...and that was just the beginning.

I really don't want to be here after dark.

A stork carrying a baby in a pulpit.

This made me want to open my own diner.

Everyone needs their own British soldier right?

The steps and entrance to the gypsy wagon

I told you my ancestors were from Bohemia didn't I? 

Suitcases.  I made up a story for every one of them.

A Trout

Apothecary's table

Cuckoo clocks.

One of the doors we were considering

and another

Apparently the owner of the shop, who wasn't there for our visit, travels the world buying things for her shop.  I found myself unable to choose from the doors we liked best until I could talk to her and get the story of where they came from.

It will probably be hooey, but I can't wait to hear what she says.

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