To market, to market

I received a postcard a few weeks ago informing me of the Lucketts Spring Market that would be taking place the weekend of the 21st and 22nd; I planned to go and check it out on Sunday with Sammy in tow, especially as I had some birthday money burning a hole in my pocket.  The weather was gorgeous for a day spent outside--upper 70s with some clouds and a nice breeze.  I packed Sammy a lunch, slathered on the sunscreen and headed on our way.  We arrived to find row after row of tents and booths filled with all sorts of eye candy.

I'll be honest--the booths were overwhelmingly geared towards an aesthetic more suited to decorators than my personal taste (a lot of burlap-upholstered things and newly-painted/fabricated finishes).  But don't worry--I didn't go home empty-handed:

I am now the proud owner of a vintage, never-been-used, four-quart ice cream maker (it came with the original box and recipe booklet).  I'm actually pretty excited to try my hand at making my own ice cream; my friend Kate makes her own from time to time and has always maintained that it's more fun than work, so maybe making our own ice cream will become an enjoyable summer family tradition.  Also, it's in my color.  There was no way it wasn't coming home with me.

Sammy and Sandy have some serious competition in the cute department now that this mama cat and her kittens are in the house.  I honestly don't know what it is about vintage lawn ornaments/anthropomorphic animals, but I simply can not get enough of them.  I actually squealed out loud when I saw them.  So much for my poker face when it comes to negotiating prices.

And last but not least is a vintage 1960s table top fan in my color and in working condition!  This is important, because I actually own another table top fan in my color that "works," as in, it starts, sputters and then dies; it's basically a really interesting-looking paperweight at this point.  This one will be going in my bedroom where I will likely spend countless hours perfecting my Darth Vader impression while talking into its spinning blades.