My MIL was pretty stoked that I liked antiques and flea markets and stuff, so on the first day just she and I went to Pine Mountain, GA to look at the many little shops there.
It was a very pretty little town.
We ate lunch at a place called the Purple Cow cafe, which displayed local art, had ancient plank floors, had very high ceilings, and had an adorable very old lady ringing in the purchases. Put it this way...by the time she finished ringing in your lunch your lunch was ready. And maybe getting cold. She was very cute, too.
I couldn't get a better shot of her. People in Georgia and Alabama are a little wonky about strangers photographing them. Just to give you a for instance, I had to do some fancy misdirection thing just to get a photo of an Alabama man's mullet that, by all rights and purposes, was MEANT to be photographed. I mean, look at it in all it's majesty:
I was really impressed. I kind of took a shot of our table, and then a shot of the window, and tried to make it look like I was taking a shot of the soda machine while trying to do the wonderful mullet the justic it deserved photographically. Alas, I ended up with a subpar photograph, and I think he was on to me. In fact, my MIL said that she thought the lady sitting with him said "Honey, I think that girl just took a picture of you." I wish I'd have heard that, because I would have totally fessed up and then asked him to pose. It wouldn't be hard for me to get across just the right attitude, one of appreciation and awe, to let him know that I wasn't making fun of him at all. I just wanted to document his fabulous hairdo. So I did document it, but without the benefit of his posing or knowing for sure that I was taking a photo, and if I ever get an email from him demanding that I pay him royalties for putting him on my blog, I will merely explain that I have only managed to earn $.22 (that's twenty-two cents) in the entire life of this blog, and that I will give him a whole DOLLAR if he'll just let me keep the photo up. Because I think it's great that he has that hairdo, and I hope he just lets it get longer and more mullety. It looks good on him and I would tell him that to his face. I regret that I didn't.
So, more to follow on the trip. I will warn you that while I revere the Mullet Man and am not (I'm not kidding, I'm really not) making fun of him, I'm going to show you some things I saw in a huge antique mall in Alabama, and I won't be as reverent. In fact, I'd get ready for some irreverant antique shopping with me, if I were you. And I won't be ashamed.