Antiques Week.

Gypsy

Now maybe it's the really rather warped way that  I see things, but it seems to me that in the U.K  all that  is old , antique or , tsk, that nonsensical word- vintage,  is a very serious  matter  indeed, populated by people  in tweedy coats, frowns, those funny little eyeglasses and the occasional silly moustache.

Think The (dreadful) Antiques Road show and what you come up with is Middle Class England at it's most suffocating, family heirlooms, dust and hacking jackets abound (Though Cabbage and Roses did do those so very, very well...), fuzzy little ladies polish their crystal to a mirror like sparkle and keel over in a dead faint should you dare to touch it and men who look like they've been dug up preside over albums full of very dull stamps.

And that my dears is what the average Antiques Fair in Great Britain is like. To be taken with a dose of some very serious, preferably inherited salt, and a home counties accent.

Not so America. Just look at those lovely Gypsies. And Magnolia Pearl. And very probably the lovly Chris from Urban Prairie.  All gearing up for a party of a week  in Texas in celebration of all that is junky, and scrumptious and glittering and bashed to smithereens but lovely all the same...   

Bringing the same spirit and  glorious good taste to the serious business of  buying and selling- and when it's over throwing a junkily delicious prom to end all proms and celebrating in style...

Just one more reason why I should have been American.

Y'all have a good time now...

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