Tagged Day Two--Savannah: Vintage Paradise.

So, as I mentioned yesterday, I was tagged by the beautiful and fabulous Ange to share my sixth and tenth posts.  I, being the rebel that I am, shared my fifth post, and today I am sharing my eleventh post.  I can't help myself.  This one was fun to write and fun to share again, because it's about Savannah, one of my favorite cities.  I've made a little list of friends down at the bottom of this post.  If any of you would like to play along, please do.  Just repost your sixth and/or tenth blog posts ever and then ask some others to play along.  Please forgive me if you've already been tagged.  I'm terrible at keeping track of these things!

Without further ado, here's my eleventh post, from Monday, March 23, 2009:

This magpie is in love with Savannah and all of its sparkle, rust, and Spanish moss.  I'd been there once before a few years ago and found it charming, but this trip confirmed my crush.  Could I live there?  Absolutely.  I want a tiny cottage or carriage house, encrusted with paint and age, slightly crumbling, covered in wisteria.  I would most likely transform into a Southern Gothic writer overnight.    

Here are just a few of the places we visited that I know I'll return to:

• The SCAD (Savannah College of Art and Design) Store for gifts and craft ideas
• Gallery Espresso for people watching and pastry
• Bull Street for beauty 
• Vinnie Van Go-Go's for pizza and more people watching
• Forsythe Park for everything a city park should be
• The waterfront for tacky tourist fun and free praline samples
• The Clothing Warehouse for vintage cowboy boots
• The Savannah Bee Company for tupelo honey!
• 24 E for amazing furniture and design at fantastic prices
• The Paris Market and Brocante for all my glittery addictions
• Broughton Street itself for window shopping, coffee, and even more people watching
• The Gryphon Tea Room--only peeked in, but will have tea there next time!  The building itself is as pretty as a tea cake.

At the Paris Market I scooped up grab bags of cheap but pretty beads and baubles for crafting.  I wanted to scoop up other things, too, like the vintage x-ray table, the giant carnival-light letters, the perfume originally concocted for Catherine de Medici, or the cafe table encrusted in oyster shells (actually, I think my friend Marlowe could whip one of these up in no time), but I was good. I kept in mind that we were flying home and shipping costs money, and we are trying to be thrifty. The beads and broken brooches were just enough sparkle to keep me smiling.  

My self control in Savannah meant that I could have fun the next day when Steve, Todd, and I went thrift-store shopping on Hilton Head.  Okay, so there may be twenty-nine golf courses on that eleven-mile island, but I think there are also at least that many charity shops.  I may be exaggerating slightly, but not much.  I also got to have some fun in my brother's amazing antiques shop, Damn Yankees.  More on Mark and Steve and their cat adventures very soon.

May 4th addendum: Mark and Steve's business has grown since last spring.  They now have an amazing auction house in Hardeeville, SC, too.  For more information, visit their website: Damn Yankees Auction House.

Here are a few friends I'm tagging to play along.  Please don't feel any pressure, but if you feel like joining in, that would be lovely.

Melissa at Reverie

Ciara at Milkmoon

Lily at bigBANG Studio

Yvonne at La Petite Gallery

Sue at I Need Mom

m.heart at Secret Notebooks, Wild Pages

Relyn at Come Sit By My Fire

Lenore at LenoreNevermore

DJ at Dustjacket Attic

Oliag at Picturing the Year

I could go on and on . . . I love my blogging friends!!!  If I haven't listed you here and you feel like joining in, please do.  xo

Savannah: Vintage Paradise

This magpie is in love with Savannah and all of its sparkle, rust, and Spanish moss.  I'd been there once before a few years ago and found it charming, but this trip confirmed my crush.  Could I live there?  Absolutely.  I want a tiny cottage or carriage house, encrusted with paint and age, slightly crumbling, covered in wisteria.  I would most likely transform into a Southern Gothic writer overnight.    

Here are just a few of the places we visited that I know I'll return to:

• The SCAD (Savannah College of Art and Design) Store for gifts and craft ideas
• Gallery Espresso for people watching and pastry
• Bull Street for beauty 
• Vinnie Van Go-Go's for pizza and more people watching
• Forsythe Park for everything a city park should be
• The waterfront for tacky tourist fun and free praline samples
• The Clothing Warehouse for vintage cowboy boots
• The Savannah Bee Company for tupelo honey!
• 24 E for amazing furniture and design at fantastic prices
• The Paris Market and Brocante for all my glittery addictions
• Broughton Street itself for window shopping, coffee, and even more people watching
• The Gryphon Tea Room--only peeked in, but will have tea there next time!  The building itself is as pretty as a tea cake.

At the Paris market I scooped up grab bags of cheap but pretty beads and baubles for crafting.  I wanted to scoop up other things, too, like the vintage x-ray table, the giant carnival-light letters, the perfume originally concocted for Catherine de Medici, or the cafe table encrusted in oyster shells (actually, I think my friend Marlowe could whip one of these up in no time), but I was good. I kept in mind that we were flying home and shipping costs money, and we are trying to be thrifty. The beads and broken brooches were just enough sparkle to keep me smiling.  

My self control in Savannah meant that I could have fun the next day when Steve, Todd, and I went thrift-store shopping on Hilton Head.  Okay, so there may be twenty-nine golf courses on that eleven-mile island, but I think there are also at least that many charity shops.  I may be exaggerating slightly, but not much.  I also got to have some fun in my brother's amazing antiques shop, Damn Yankees.  More on Mark and Steve and their cat adventures very soon.