Well, The Chapel Market went off without a hitch, and thankfully, so did my hair appointment. I’m officially cinnamon sugar-headed! 😀
Or strawberry lemonade, depending on what time of year it is. 😉
Evan had his on within seconds of spotting them. I love that kind of enthusiasm, don’t you? That kind that seems to always pop up in the dressing room at Target, and triggers the: “would it be weird if I just wore this up to the register and cut the tag off with the cashier’s scissors?” dilemma. I know you know that kind of enthusiasm too. 😉
(Just in case anyone is curious- the shirts were made by Lucy’s friend, and her handle is “BebeJack” on Instagram.)
No booth for me at the Market this time around, so I spent the day wandering back and forth between the chapel and the tents…snapping pictures and chatting…exchanging big hello hugs and hopeful see-ya-again-soons.
And just like last year, for many folks, I noticed that the shopping seemed to take a backseat to the friendships forming and the conversations going on in and all around the chapel.
Once again, the vintage goods and pretty little things were really just a bonus.
Especially that blue trunk. Yep. That bonus came home with me. 🙂