The last weekend of April my neighborhood hosts a festival and tour of homes. I live in a historic area of Atlanta, so there are lots of big old beautiful houses from the 1800s. I didn’t actually participate in the tour of homes because the tickets were expansive. But the big old homes make a great background for the rest of the festival, which consists of funnel cakes (breakfast of champions), art stalls, and music.
I picked up some lovely treasures at the festival and I am excited to turn them into my own art. Saturday morning we stopped by a booth run by an elderly woman sitting holding an umbrella for shade. She had several tables full of vintage buttons, old purses, cookbooks, and all sorts of little vintage finds. I got this lace tablecloth from her $2.00:
I think it was a steal, but I guess that’s what happens when a seller thinks “old tablecloth” and I think “2 yards of vintage lace.” I can’t wait to get it cleaned up so I can turn it into something (knowing me, probably a hat).
Sunday we went back to the festival and realized we’d missed an entire street the day before. I found a booth that would have made a jewelry maker dance for joy–it was full of beautiful rocks and pendants. The seller also had a ton of nice sea shells for a buck a piece so I picked up a starfish:
Of course, we wanted to make sure that we supported local artists too, so we picked up this really cool metal bird bath for our garden: