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I am back on the mainland and blogging from Seattle with South Austin in the rearview mirror. Don't worry Virgin Island fans, I will most certainly be back in the Caribbean for visits if not full-time. And I'm sure St. Thomas will creep it's way into many future posts. For now, it's all about living in the Pacific Northwest!

October 14, 2010

Where the next Design Star is not.... Round Top Texas!

Some friends came to visit last weekend. They were in town for the famous Round Top Texas Antiques Show. Apparently, it is a BIG deal. People from all over the country descend on this small Texas town that cannot decide whether it's population is 77 or 81 (depends on who you ask).  We are now packed solidly into my friend's SUV and thanks to the Google Maps app, headed towards the blinking blip on the map that is Round Top.

Round Top is a straight shot East on 290 from Austin and as we drive, we gaze out the window at the vast flat land of Texas covered in prairie grasses and dotted with cedar trees. We prattle on about relationships (or lack of), our careers, our latest skin care regimens, whether or not we are really considering having "work done", the best live music we have seen lately (Eminem/Lady Gaga from Lisa - Black Joe Lewis and the Honeybears from me), and of course recount the last times we were together. There is lots of laughter and it feels good to be road tripping with these friends.

We almost miss the slight veer that leads us to Round Top but don't. The town is teeming with tourists carrying plastic shopping bags, sipping Lone Star from Coozies, and snapping photos of the picturesque small town downtown surrounded by farms and cattle.  All this next bit happens quickly. We park near the post office, ask for directions, spot a pickup, have a quick "how-dee-do", crawl into the back, and hitch down to Marburgher Farms where the biggest and best tents are supposed to be. 

As promised, the tents were endless. Long and large and stretching far and wide. 

We strolled through the first few tents and I began to notice a distrubing design theme. Doll-baby heads. They did not appear to be items for sale but existed there solely for aesthetic purposes. It wasn't just one booth either. We explored the trasure trove (or salvage yard) in each booth, my friends looked for jewelry, and I looked for Doll-Baby heads. They were not disappointed and neither was I. There were doll-heads prominently displayed under hurricane glass,

doll-heads on springs, and some headless Babies. None of the heads belonged to the headless... I checked.  My friends started to point them out to me. "Did you see the burnt Doll-head over there?" "What about that mannequin on the chaise lounge?" Oh I saw it! It was kind of a game. Like hide and seek. "I bet there is a head in this booth." Sure enough, there would be one hiding in a bucket under an aged table, or in an old varnished cigar box.

The day dragged on and when we had seen every booth in every tent at Marburgher farms, we started walking the two miles back to town. The nice driver of the pick up truck that had given us a ride six hours earlier was nowhere to be found. The line of cars waiting to leave Round Top stretched as far as we could see. While we walked, I contemplated the afternoon and a single thought bubbled up to the front of my brain. While my friends were buying heirlooms that would be passed on to children and grandchildren, I was carrying around a $10 aluminum "M" and looking for doll-heads. I decided not to dwell on that thought. I hurried to catch up with my friends and the fun we would have on the road trip back to Austin.

Not a doll-head but still wrong!! Did they sell her shirt earlier?

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