In the spirit of this past weekend's Kentucky Derby, I donned my most festive hat for Bunco, which had a Derby theme. I quickly discovered that I am not a giant hat girlie, nor am I a fan of the Mint Julep. Also, I "won" the prize for most losses, which means that I left the party with what I refer to as the "quarter bag of shame" (five bucks in quarters that I am required to return at the next Bunco night) again this month.
My hat was cute, though.
Also keeping with the Derby theme was this season's Pickin' at the Pea.
In addition to the usual, quirky decor, the vendors sprinkled in several homages to the Derby, including some authentic jockey silks and a massive poster of Secretariat. It was all pretty cool, and I have no idea how I managed to miss taking pictures, but I did.
Anyhoodle, I did snap a few pictures of the things that made me smile, so there's that.
Like always, the Mennonite ladies were at the sale with their famously delicious donuts, and we started the day with a donut and coffee from the Mennonite family that makes it the old-fashioned, slow-drip way.
They are a lovely couple, and they remember us from each sale. This time, Hugh was officiating a baseball game, so he was unable to join Mom, Kristi, and me; the couple was quick to inquire about his absence, since he is usually the one who stands in their line for our coffees. I love living in a small community where people recognize one another and genuinely care about what you're up to.
As I toured the vendor booths, this Santa caught my attention; it was a vintage promotional display from the 60's or 70's and was in perfect condition. If I had somewhere to display him, I might have been tempted to buy him. Not for the asking price of $325, however.
What I was tempted to buy was this gorgeous painting in this massive frame. I first spotted it on Facebook, in the promotional photos for the sale, and actively sought it out when I got there. The price was a bit steep, so I decided to cruise the rest of the vendor booths to see if the urge to purchase it would pass. My mantra at sales like this is simple: if I am undecided on a purchase, I walk away for some time; if it's still there when I return, it is meant to be, if not, then c'est la vie.
While I was cruising the sale, I took in both the sights and the smells, including the sweet aroma wafting from the kettle corn vendor and the scent of lilacs from the numerous arrangements scattered throughout the venue. I absolutely adore lilacs and wish Hugh and I had been able to convince them to grow in our yard when we attempted it decades ago. Sadly, that was not meant to be.
As I mentioned earlier, the venue was decorated in the quirky style for which the Pea is known. This mannequin cracked me up. Why the giant carrot? The world may never know.
Anyhoodle, it was another great day at the Pea.
And, I did purchase the painting.
Because, of
course, I did.
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