Journey 110: Birdman: Or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)

birdman poster

I wanted to save this movie until last, watching the Best Picture nominated films, since it won. I’d rather see the others so as to have a body of work to compare the winner to. However, with the final two films not scheduled for release until next month, I picked Birdman up to watch anyway.

Birdman stars Michael Keaton, Edward Norton, Emma Stone, Zach Galifianakis, Naomi Watts, Amy Ryan and Andrea Riseborough. This dark comedy/drama was directed by Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu from the screenplay he helped to write. It is rated R for language, brief sexuality and brief violence and has a run time of 1 hour and 59 minutes. Birdman was nominated for 9 Academy Awards, and won in 4 categories, including Best Cinematography, Best Original Screenplay, Best Director for Inarritu and Best Picture.

Riggan Thomson (Keaton) is an aging actor, best known for his role 20 years ago as super hero Birdman in a series of films. Determined to break from that stereotype and be known as a true artist, Riggan writes, directs, produces and stars in a Broadway play based on a Raymond Carver story, “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love”. His venture is fraught with mishaps and teeters constantly on the brink of failure. He fires one inept actor, replacing him with crowd pleasing but unpredictable and hard to work with, Mike Shiner (Norton). Riggan’s leading lady, Lesley (Watts) is a wanna be Broadway star but is untried. His girlfriend and play co-star, Laura (Riseborough) just wants to have a child while his best friend and attorney, Jake (Galifianakis) feels he is the only person grounded in reality and keeping the play afloat.

On the homefront, Riggan’s daughter Sam (Stone), who is working as his assistant, is fresh out of rehab and confronting life challenges, while his ex-wife Sylvia (Ryan) pops in and out of the St. James Theater, checking on Riggan and their daughter. Mike is as explosive to work with as his reputation suggests, money is always an issue, and the previews can’t seem to go without at least one minor hitch or major disaster. The most well known critic in New York City despises Riggan, seeing him as a celebrity rather than a true actor. She threatens to write a review that will destroy his play. Riggan’s own daughter seems to support the critic’s view of him. She blasts him for being out of touch with the world, with reality, and what’s important and relevant to people.

In the midst of all this swirling chaos, which is sometimes dark, sometimes humorous and most of the time, gritty, are Riggan’s intense battles with himself. His alter ego, Birdman, constantly talks to him, in a complaining, derisive voice that seeks to cajole Riggan into returning to his only meaningful role. That battle rages during the entire film, as Riggan desperately tries to rise above that role, wanting to prove to himself as much as others that he is so much more talented than Birdman, that he matters, that he is loved for who he is, really.  At his worst, Riggan loses himself in that other self, displaying signs of telekinesis and exhibiting the ability to fly, without the costume. On the opening night of his play, Riggan gives the performance of his lifetime, leaving a lasting impression on everyone, including his co-stars, his family and the critic.

This was an interesting, if somewhat difficult, film to watch. The director shot the film as one continuous shot, with very few edits, contributing to the film’s grittiness and realism. The narrow maze of corridors in the theater plays as big a role in the movie as the actors do, as much of the film takes place in those shadowy hallways, the bare bulbs overhead highlighting many of the poignant moments in the story.

I felt sadness and compassion for Riggan, and indeed, for all the characters, portraying over the top versions of struggling actors, poking fun at Hollywood and the very roles actors become famous for. I admire film and television stars for following their passions and excelling at what they love doing. This film cracks that rosy perspective a bit for me by showing the stark difficulty in pursuing such passions, in always seeking approval and admiration, in breaking free to be seen as more than the last role. Sylvia, Riggan’s ex-wife, tells him that he is doing what he has always done….confused admiration for love. At the heart of it, this movie is about love, seeking it, anxiously, in all the wrong places, while not being able to find it within. And ego’s attempt to find and take love, or a shallow version of it, wherever it can, at whatever cost. It’s so bleak, yet real, hard to watch, yet the same egoic attempts happen outside the movie.

I haven’t seen Selma or American Sniper yet, but I can see why Birdman won the Oscar for Best Picture. I’ll be thinking about this movie for a while, pondering the possibilities in the ambiguous ending. I’ll end this post less so, with the opening words of the film, which are actually on the tombstone of author Raymond Carver, who really did write the short story “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love”:

And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so?

I did.

And what did you want?

To call myself Beloved. To feel myself Beloved on the earth.

birdman scene

Journey 109: Puttering Day

Puttering Day Word Swag

Sundays are rapidly becoming true days of rest for me, even on those occasions that I work part of the afternoon. I don’t always spend the day lounging, although I certainly enjoy a day curled up with a stack of books or an evening spent stretched out on the bed, watching a movie. A day with plenty of time for enjoyable hobbies, connecting with others or doing nothing at all is so restorative. As Winnie the Pooh says, “Don’t underestimate the value of doing nothing.”

And so I declared today Puttering Day, to celebrate one of my favorite pastimes around my house and yard. The day began with resting, with no particular time to arise. When my body let me know it was well rested, I got up, and leisurely entered into the beautiful morning.

I enjoyed time with my mother and sister this afternoon, doing a bit of shopping. We all like hunting for great deals. When the stormy weather moved in a bit quicker than anticipated, we paid for our purchases and hurried for the door, but not before the downpour started. My mom, ever resourceful, picked up a plastic shopping bag for a rain hat. And ever the mom, something Linda and I both understand, she asked us to wait in the store lobby while she unlocked her car, so we wouldn’t get so soaked. The sight of her hurrying to her car, with a white plastic bag over her head made us giggle like school girls.

In between rain showers, I puttered in the garden, planting one more metal bucket with orange and purple Calibrachoa plants. That completed container is now perched atop a vintage wooden chair in the garden. With the possibility of hail and strong storms this evening, that was all the planting I did today, however, I enjoyed a stroll through the garden, humming and talking to my plants. My grandson sent me a list of 23 smart gardening hacks today, that was full of resourceful ideas. I embraced #3 and started my Calendula seeds soaking in water, to speed up sprouting when I plant them in the black kettle tomorrow.

Although I had picked up a Best Picture nominated movie to watch this evening, I decided instead to curl up with that stack of books, reading about the further adventures of Alma in “The Signature of All Things”, and learning about Ireland’s culture and folklore in “The Celtic Twilight”. With a cup of hot tea at my side and rain drumming down outside, it was a cozy evening, made perfect by the inclusion of a little jazz music.

April is Jazz Appreciation Month. Thanks to Pandora online radio, I listened to several selections, including a familiar tune by Dave Brubeck. Called Take Five, this song is from the album Time Out, which was the first jazz album to ever sell more than a million copies. Take Five is the biggest selling jazz single of all time and is famous for its distinctive 5/4 time and catchy two chord piano vamp. I recognized it from the song’s use in television and movie soundtracks. It was also the theme music for NBC Today during the 60’s.

I thoroughly enjoyed celebrating my own Puttering Day, in my own puttering way. As often as I can, I will declare each Sunday Puttering Day. These days spent away from schedules and appointments and the clock, not only free up my time, they free my soul, allowing for expansiveness and exploration, and deep rest and relaxation. Like Pooh Bear, I see the amazing value in doing nothing in particular.

Journey 108: Colander Planter

colander planter finished

Today, in spite of thunderstorms and rain, my mom, sister Linda and I headed out into the weather to participate in Sutherland’s annual half price plant sale.  Mom and Linda wanted plants for their “Aunt Annie” containers, among other flowers and vegetable plants, and I had many metal containers still to fill. Rain or not, this was too good a sale, too great an opportunity, to miss.

The rain didn’t deter us or, apparently, other shoppers. It was busy, in a cheerful sort of way, in the garden center at Sutherland’s. We had fun, pushing our carts up and down the crowded aisles, discussing flower choices and what would grow best where. We each ended up with our own unique assortments, since we each have our own preferences and ideas. Linda called her selection of plants the “rebel” assortment.

colander planter ingredients

There were a few plants that we didn’t find at Sutherland’s, so off to Lowe’s garden center we went next. Mom found the central plant for her tub, a beautiful red Gebera Daisy. And I picked up a trailing perennial for my copper watering can and an assortment of succulents to complete a project I was looking forward to doing for the first time. I had a grand time, shopping with my mom and sister, laughing and talking, and not minding the dampness or how wild our hair looked. Okay, maybe it was just my hair that looked wild!

colander planter in process

 Back home, the rain moved out of the area and the sun, at last, came out. I was excited to bring my idea to fruition. On the first day of spring this year, I brought home a metal colander from True Treasures in Bentonville, AR, with the intention of using it as a planter. Serendipitously, the very day I bought the colander, a picture popped up on Pinterest sharing this very idea. I laughed this afternoon, when I pulled up the Pinterest pic again. The instructions for creating the planter were in Spanish. Oh, well….I was confident I could create my own.

colander planter angel loves it

Angel loved the new planter!

And create it I did. Using a coco fiber liner, I cut it to size and lined the inside of the colander with it, and filled it with fast draining soil mix (both items were purchased at Lowe’s). The fun part was adding a variety of succulents. It was an easy project. I look forward to seeing the plants grow and fill out. After the plants are established, I’ll keep the colander-turned-planter on my bistro table in the garden.

watering can prep

With such gorgeous weather, I didn’t stop, but continued adding my newly purchased plants to various metal containers. Four buckets and a large watering can received impatiens and asters in pinks, purples and whites, and bronze and yellow Gazanias. And I tucked the trailing perennial with tiny white flowers, called Trailing Mazus, into the copper water can and hung it on its shepherd’s hook in the hosta garden.

watering can with Mazus

I loved my time in the garden this afternoon. The earth was washed clean from the heavy rains, and there was a freshness, a newness, in the air. Drops sparkled like diamonds on the wet grass. It was a fun and productive day. More weather is moving in overnight, with an 80% chance for thunderstorms tomorrow. I have flowers for my next project, which will make use of a recent purchase during the 2 Friends & Junk show. After the rain….I’ll be back out…puttering in the garden, creating, enjoying, getting dirty…experiencing bliss.

colander planter next project

Journey 107: Camping Under the Stars – Jesus Jam 2015

jesus jam camping under the stars

This evening was a first for me and my sister Linda. We volunteered to help out at an annual event at College Heights Christian Church, known as Jesus Jam. The theme of this special evening this year was Camping Under the Stars.

Along with many other volunteers, who decorated the building, prepared and served food, greeted, floated, and buddied up with guests, Linda and I donned appropriate “camping” clothes and showed up ready to help create a magical evening for local physically and mentally challenged adults.

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Justin and Linda

Stations were set up around the church, with the auditorium transforming into a large dance floor. The  room was strung with white lights and a colorful disco ball spun from the ceiling. The space was decorated with tents and artificial trees. Hallways sprouted more trees and were dotted with wild “critters”, canoes, artificial campfires and cute punched tin cans with flickering battery operated candles nestled within. The atrium became the mess hall, where hot dogs, beans, chips and cookies were served. Games were set up at various points along the hallways and a photo opportunity was available, in front of a large canoe.

jesus jam decoration

As the time drew near for the guests to arrive, we all lined up along a long hallway, the largest gathering I’ve ever seen of smiling men and women decked out in plaid shirts, ready to be paired up with each arrival. As the guest and buddy walked together down the hall, we welcomed them to Jesus Jam with applause and smiles and waves.

Linda and I made sure each guest had a buddy, and then we floated, visiting with people, enjoying a meal with new friends, checking out all that was going on. Our friend Justin, who helps to organize and carry out this special event, invited us to attend this year, and gave me permission to take photos as I walked around. My sister and I eventually ended up in the large dance space, where loud music played and the most people had gathered. Excitement and joy overflowed here, as guests and their buddies moved with the music, laughing and talking and simply having fun.

jesus jam dancing

As at any dance, there were some who chose to sit on the perimeter, watching, feet tapping occasionally. Each guest who sat as a spectator had a new friend sitting beside him or her…someone to talk to if they felt like it, or someone to just be present with. In a room down another long hallway there was a classic movie playing, for those who preferred a quieter atmosphere.

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I was impressed. And truly, this is what love is all about, embracing all, welcoming all, being the hands, feet and heart of Jesus. This was perhaps the happiest and most happening place in Joplin this evening. I am so glad that I was there.

jesus jam

Journey 106: My First LARABAR 


I stopped by a local grocery store in Joplin today, to pick up avocados. Checking out I spotted LARABARs for sale, above the plethora of candy bars available. I had read about these health bars on the Whole30 website. Curious, I purchased a Peanut Butter Cookie one to try, since I am in my slightly more relaxed second 30 days. 

On the Whole30 site, the bars are suggested as more of an emergency food to be consumed if no other healthy whole food is available. I assumed LARABARs had to be ordered online. It was a nice surprise to discover local availability. 

The packaging states Gluten Free • Dairy Free • Soy Free • Vegan • Kosher. The back of the packaging has a statement from the founder of the bar, Lara. “We at LARABAR believe that a sound mind, body and spirit are derived from food in its simplest most natural state. Made from 100% real food, LARABAR is a magical harmony of fruits, nuts, and spices that will lift your vitality and provide energy with every bite. Simple. Pure. Delicious. Enjoy the energy!”

I researched Lara and her bar and discovered that she had the idea for her creation while out hiking in the Rocky Mountains. Lara, who used to be a junk food junkie and is now passionate about healthy living, wanted a nutritious, good-for-you indulgence that used wholesome, simple ingredients. And indeed, her bars only contain two to eight ingredients. 

With a rolling pin and a Cuisinart, she tinkered with recipes, using her family as tasters. In May 2000 the LARABAR was launched in five delicious flavors. The first 500 bars were packaged and sold. Today, millions of bars are sold each year. 

It was time for my own taste test! I tried my bar with an unsweetened ice tea. The Peanut Butter Cookie Bar contains only three ingredients: dates, peanuts and sea salt. For the sake of clarity, this bar would not be allowed during the first 30 days, due to the inclusion of peanuts. I have tested my body’s response to peanuts during my second 30 days, as per the Whole30 guidelines, and I do not have allergic or inflammatory reactions to peanuts.   

The bar was moist and very tasty! One bar satisfied me and I didn’t crave another one, or anything else for that matter. Knowing these are available locally, I will occasionally buy ONE bar as an indulgence, as Lara suggests. It’s really about choices and how I feel and enjoying life, with a high level of energy and vitality. I believe savoring a LARABAR now and then fits right in with my lifestyle! 


           LARABAR founder, Lara Merriken 

Journey 105: Start the Day with Music

dont die with your music still in you

What a wonderful way to begin my day, seated in the darkened auditorium at the Webb City High School Performing Arts Building, watching as the Carl Junction High School Wind Ensemble took the stage. Today was the Southwest State Band Competition.

This ensemble, sharply dressed in black, came to attention as their teacher and director, Mr. Scott Schneider, stood poised on the platform, arms raised. My grandson, Dayan, seated at the end of the row, sat straight and tall, his tuba ready. Two pieces were performed today, for the judges. Parents, grandparents, and students dotted the auditorium, observing as well.

The first number was called Chant and Jubilo, composed by W. Francis McBeth. It began slowly, reminiscent of a Gregorian chant, the wind instruments in unison. Then came the dramatic “jubilo” part with an explosion of brass and percussion. I enjoyed listening and watching, amazed as always, at the level of skill these high schoolers have. As the musical piece concluded, to audience applause, I heard a man behind me whisper his approval with one word….”outstanding”.

The second, and final, piece was Africa: Ceremony, Song and Ritual, by Robert W. Smith. What a wonderful selection for a competition. Mysterious and intriguing, the music stirred my heart and soul. Driven by the percussion section, this work was multicultural and earthy, fascinating to listen to. I wanted to whoop at the end, however, I observed decorum and applauded, with fervor. It was a wonderful performance, and such an invigorating way to really wake up, and enter into my day.

Band Competition Dayan

I love music. I am more of a listener and an appreciator of music, rather than possessing any musical abilities. My grandson amazes me, with his talent and his courage to perform. Music enlarges me, broadens my perceptions, raises my awareness. Listening today, enchanted, I was reminded again how representative of life an orchestra or band is, as each person plays particular notes on his or her instrument. Each brings his or her gift of music to the whole, creating a much greater, richer sound than can be shared alone. Each note, each beautiful sound, contributes.

Oh, if I can remember to play my own “notes”, contribute my own unique sound, rather than be concerned with what anyone else is contributing…or  even not contributing. I can’t give my best, if I am looking over someone else’s shoulder, trying to see if they are playing correctly. What a wonderful reminder this morning to offer, and allow others to offer. Dr. Wayne Dyer says, “Don’t die with your music still in you” which to me means, to allow my gifts and talents to shine, contribute from my heart without holding back, give of myself to the world, joining in with the sweet notes of others, without worrying about what others are offering. Tuba, flute, piano, drum, cow bell, kazoo…we all have a part to play, a sound to contribute.

Thank you, Carl Junction Wind Ensemble, for starting my day so beautifully and for reminding me of these deeper truths. And congratulations for scoring all 1’s, in all categories, the highest ranking possible. I’m not surprised!

Band Competition

Journey 104: My Happy Place

In spite of a canopy of dark clouds today, only occasional drops of rain fell. When the temperature climbed into the mid 60’s, I answered the tug to wander out into the backyard. I only intended to take a stroll, checking the new growth.

Soon I was humming and pulling weeds, exclaiming over new green stalks appearing all over the garden, pushing up through the mulch and last year’s dry leaves. The outdoors beckoned and this became my journey today. After dealing with the weeds, I set out the metal buckets and containers. It seemed the perfect afternoon to begin planting.

I always smile as soon as I pull into the parking lot at Lowe’s Garden Center. I can meander among the colorful flowers and varied plants, shrubs and trees for hours, thinking, dreaming, deciding. This is one of my favorite happy places. I can’t be here without being inspired.

My purpose today was to search out and purchase this year’s first flowers for the containers, with Aunt Annie’s metal tub foremost in my mind. I knew what I wanted for that metal tub, color wise. The joy was in finding the perfect flowering representation of those colors. I didn’t spend hours browsing today. In 30 minutes I was headed back home, plants carefully nestled on the floor in the back of the car.

My aunt, who recently stepped into eternity, loved to garden, as do many in my family. It must be our Celtic roots that bind us to the green earth so. I am extremely honored to have Aunt Annie’s tub, a cherished gift from my cousins. Late this afternoon I planted my chosen flowers within the container, and added plants as well to two metal buckets and a vintage watering can, grouped around it.

Aunt Annie was born on the 4th of July. It seemed very appropriate to me to fill her container with red, white and blue flowers. And so tucked into the rich, fragrant soil are red Verbena, white Calibrachea, and blue Lobelia. I’m pleased with the way it looks, and as the plants mature, the Calibrachea will trail over the edges. I will think of Annie and the blessings of her life and love, every time I look at the showy display in her tub.

The tall metal bucket behind the tub holds more red Verbena and white Calibrachea, while the watering can is planted with coral Portulaca. I love combining yellows and purples. The dented, beautifully imperfect bucket cradles Margarita African Daisies in those brilliant colors. When the Fireworks Gomphrena plants arrive that I’m ordering, I’ll add them to this corner of the brick patio, in honor of Uncle Dale who passed recently also. It will be my own little memorial garden.

As much as I enjoy the garden center at Lowe’s, nothing compares to this place in my own backyard, my ultimate Happy Place. In this sheltered but not so secret garden, I can just be. I soak in peace and joy as surely as my plants soak up the sun’s rays. Truly, my happiness is found within my own being, but it is called forth in this place of beauty, radiating outward from me, to every corner of the garden. It then returns to me in waves, amplified, washing over me and filling me. I smile. I sing. My hands get dirty. I am so content.

Journey 103: Quirky Holidays

After a long day, I bowed to posting a brief journey, with a bit of humor. I enjoyed a conversation with a dear friend today and enjoyed chatting with another over Thai food. 

Headed home at 8:15 with more work to do, I cast about for what part of the journey to share today. I confess, I felt more weary than inspiring. Checking the date for quirky national holidays, I took the easy route this evening. 

Happy National Peach Cobbler Day….,and Happy Scrabble Day! Love it when a crazy idea comes together!


Journey 102: Sacred Well-Being

sacred well being

I love self care Sundays! Although I worked today, showing property to a delightful young couple, I knew that later in the day, I would be entering into a time of caring for myself. I woke up this morning with a full blown allergy attack….the stinging, watery eyes, stuffy head, headache, congestion. As the trees unfurl their delicate new leaves, they also cast off pollen, in abundance, that gets to me every spring.

One of my new strategies for treating my allergies, rather than loading up on sinus meds or antihistamines, is taking a spoonful of locally produced honey every day, with my lemon water. As honey bees move from plant to plant, collecting nectar, sticky pollen accumulates as well on their legs, bodies and mouths. Bees create honey by regurgitating the nectar, with pollen mixed in, into their honeycombs. (Perhaps TMI for some!)

sacred well being honey

There haven’t been enough scientific studies done yet to prove or disprove whether consuming local honey, containing local pollen, alleviates allergy symptoms. However, there are plenty of positive anecdotal accounts from people who have tried it. The local honey works like a vaccine, producing antibodies to fight off the effects of the pollen, which the body views as a foreign invader, hence the symptoms. I began taking a daily spoonful of honey a couple of weeks ago, and have fared well, until today, when the pollen count was very high. I’ll report the effectiveness later, after a couple of months of trying out this natural remedy.

sacred well being garden

My favorite way today of practicing soulful well-being was to retire to my brick patio, in my garden, with a cup of hot tea, a small plate of goodies, and a new book. Yes, I know being outdoors may seem counterintuitive, being that that’s where the pollen is. However, I can’t think of a more restful, restorative place to care for my heart, soul and body than my garden. It is awake…and growing….plants pushing through the ground and reaching for the sky. I pulled a few weeds, and then sat back and relaxed, the breeze warm, the signs of life heartening and exciting. Pollen will not hinder me. I love my backyard and soon I will be planting in the various containers and working in the front yard and the border on the south side of the house.

sacred well being garden 2

Finally, I enjoyed reading in The Celtic Twilight, Faerie and Folklore, by the poet W.B. Yeats. Ireland is calling to me, and in preparation for a future trip, I am learning all I can about Ireland, and in particular, Irish folklore and culture. My Celtic roots are split between Scotland and Ireland, and I look forward to discovering what Ireland holds for me, as I did when I ventured into Scotland. This whimsical little book, written in 1893, is an affirmation of Yeat’s belief in magic as a doorway into the Celtic past. I was enchanted as I read his words, sipping my tea, reclining in my garden. This was deep, sacred care, indeed.

To hold my own well-being as sacred is to honor who I am. Sacredness is to set apart and consecrate that time that contributes to my overall health, happiness and wholeness. When my awareness is on the well-being of my body, I will know when I need to disconnect from doing, and just be. That sense of sacredness applies to others as well…seeing myself as whole and healthy allows me to see others in the same way, and to encourage them to seek their happiness and wellness within as well.

I am grateful for that consecrated time and space today, that allowed me to rest and recharge, heal and just be. The allergy symptoms eased. I feel wonderfully alive.

sacred well being relaxing


Journey 101: Vintage Market Days of NW Arkansas

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Today I attended a wonderful event in Arkansas, for the first time, the Vintage Market Days of NW Arkansas. Accompanied by Greg, and daughters Elissa and Adriel, we ventured into the fairgrounds in Bentonville to try out this open air market. Actually, the vintage market was located in the livestock building at the fairgrounds, with additional booths set up in a large tent outside. Even more booths were clustered near the entrance to the building. We had the pleasure of meeting Greg’s cousin Pam there, along with her daughter Charity and grandson Braeden.

vintage market Pam and Braeden

Pam and Braeden

vintage market booth 2

In my family, we enjoy hunting for treasures at flea markets, junk stores and vintage shows. I wasn’t sure what to expect, this being our first visit to the Vintage Market. We loved it! The livestock building was transformed into a bustling market with many, many booths filled with all kinds of wonderful vintage items, painted furniture, metal pieces, fabric, artwork and jewelry. We spent a leisurely morning and early afternoon browsing and exclaiming over finds and deciding what to buy and what to leave behind.

vintage market booth 4

All the lovely booth photos from Vintage Market’s Facebook page

…because my photos were full of people and looked like this:

vintage market crowd

Outside there were marvelous food vendors, selling everything from cinnamon roasted nuts to stir fry vegetables with rice or noodles and chicken to beans and cornbread to ribs. For kids there were corndogs and sandwiches as well. We took a much deserved break to rest for a bit and have lunch. Well, two of us ate healthy lunches. Two in our party ate giant shortbread cookies with icing on them! I won’t name any names. Pam, Charity and Braeden finished their meals before we got started, so I can’t vouch for the healthiness of what they consumed!

vintage market cookie

Beautiful and tasty cookies…or so I was told 🙂

vintage market booth 1

I saw so many unique items, different from some of the shows I’ve attended in the Joplin area. That’s the benefit of attending different shows in different areas. I did run into Joplin friends at the market and recognized several businesses from here as well, set up in booths. We had a wonderful time. The girls each made purchases and I found a large metal tray or box. I’m not sure if I’ll use it indoors to hold collectibles or plant flowers in it out in the garden.

vintage market Elissa and Adriel

Adriel and Elissa

vintage market pig

The girls found a baby pig…fortunately, she was NOT for sale.

Surprisingly, the booth we spent the most time in sold canvas prints and bookmarks with whimsical artwork on them and inspirational sayings. We spied a canvas that seemed ideal for a nursery or child’s room and then saw an amazing assortment of sayings and artwork. We started in the first bin and sorted through every piece. I bought a stretched canvas print and two loose canvas prints and a variety of oversized bookmarks.

vintage market purchases

vintage market my soul

I love the larger piece that says, “Blessed are the gypsies, the makers of music, the artists, writers, dreamers of dreams, wanderers and vagabonds, children and misfits: for they teach us to see the world through beautiful eyes.” That one will hang in my creative space, near my writing table. The booth was Bless This Earth, owned by Jason and Natalia Ramsey, out of Texas. Their booth was an oasis in the midst of vintage items and collectibles and we smiled, laughed and even teared up over many of the works of art.

vintage market blessed are the gypsies

We decided we will definitely attend the Vintage Market Days of NW Arkansas again next year….and bring a truck instead of a car. This is a three day event, and I can see the advantage of attending on multiple days. The booths restock overnight, with fresh items. There was so much to see, and so many people filling the building, that I am sure we did not see it all. Still, I enjoyed chatting and looking, spending time with Pam, Charity and Braeden, and tossing around creative ideas with Greg, Elissa and Adriel. Great show, Vintage Market of NW Arkansas. See you next year!

vintage market exterior