Here is how a girl knows she has gone over the deep end into the homeownership bit of adulthood: She gets absolutely beside herself about all the weird and cool and old stuff at Memphis Waterworks and Memphis Market Central. I’m talking ancient doors, crumbly bricks from historic Memphis buildings, enormous church windows, soothing fountains, coppery hardware, the whole bit.
I harbor no illusions that I will ever be able to afford anything from either store, but it’s fun to imagine Candace Olson taking pity on me and buying a truckload of house makeover accent pieces to incorporate into the design she’s going to implement pro bono because I’m such a swell gal.
In all seriousness, though, I broke my damned bird bath Sunday afternoon while trying to unclog the (new) pump. That bastard is an algae-making machine, I tell you. So now I’m short a water feature. THE HORROR. So maybe if I save up enough dough, I can actually go back to Waterworks with the intention of bringing something home with me. Or I can stow away and stay the night and just pretend like I live there among all that cool shit, whichevs.
Also, kudos to the nautically themed booth operator’s designer for the hilarity, intended or not. (Although honestly, how could it not be?)