John and I not too long ago spent the weekend traipsing by one of many South’s largest annual vintage gala’s. BECAUSE THE FUN NEVER STOPS HERE. (And in addition THE WEATHER WAS VERY NICE.)
After all, the stuff we like is much less “vintage” and extra “low-cost junk we are able to take aside and make into rayguns.” So if it is not damaged and/or rusty and/or lower than $20, do not speak to me.
Anyway, someday after our third hour of backing slowly away from tables stuffed with what I can solely assume – going by the costs – have been Shakespeare’s private knick-knacks, I had an epiphany:
Bakers, do not change out these previous window show truffles; name them antiques and promote them!
Right here, I will get you began:
