I’ve been so industrious lately, serving as general dogsbody and chronicler for the Pergola Project that I’m going to interrupt that lengthy story to tell about some good, hot, dirty fun I had and how I can’t wait to have it again.
Before you become convinced that you have somehow mistakenly found your way to a tacky cougar blog, I’ll tell you that the fun was connected to shopping. No debauchery here.
When we were still in the planning stages of our pergola, the designer ( who happens to be our son ) prepared several drawings for us so that we could compare and contrast the various design elements. The poor guy had to come up with ideas that would please me, who never wants to have what anyone else has, and his Dad, who wanted something he would be capable of building. We eventually settled on a simple but elegant ( I think ) design which could be embellished by adding architectural elements, if I could find something suitable, in a suitable amount of time. IF I could find something suitable??? To paraphrase Sojourner Truth, “Ain’t I a magpie?”
So the hunt was on, and the clock was ticking, Where could I go to do some thinking out of the box and have a reasonable chance of finding something that would work for me? I knew just the place: South Front Antiques. This jewel of an establishment contains three full floors of antiques and salvaged materials arranged in a delightful hodgepodge. I’d been wanting to go anyway ever since the talented Amy Dale took our daughter’s engagement photos there last year. It was just another of things I’d never gotten around to, but now I had my chance. I took my first opportunity to pay the store a visit. Don’t even think the following pictures do justice to the place.
Feeling just like someone on a TV home decorating show, but without the decorator to make salient points, I wandered around the store in a dopamine daze for a few minutes, unable to remember the purpose of my visit. Oh yes, items of architectural interest for my pergola to prevent the dreaded occurrence of having to settle for a less original structure than I had desired.
I was only able to ignore the books by promising myself I will come back just to browse. And I will. I mean it.
So how about lovely old weathered shutters? Some quick figuring and and a few interrogatory photo texts later, the idea was proposed, discussed, and accepted by all parties! I couldn’t get them today, because I didn’t have a way to transport them, but my design plan was set. Yippee!
Aaah, a place to sit down! But it was time for lunch, so I had to leave with the surface of the store barely scratched. I hadn’t been able to look at the maps, or the stamps, or the toys or the books or the boxes of crystal doorknobs this time. But right now I needed to get myself someplace where I could wash my hands and face and drink some ice cold water. I’d had some good fun alright, but not without getting plenty hot and dirty.