You Gotta Have Friends

I wanted you all to see Theresa's booth. I know she won't toot her own horn, so I'm going to do it for her. It is simply beautiful. She can pack a booth like nobody I know. Not an inch of space wasted on something tacky. She hand selects all her merchandise and it shows. I could spend forever there looking for a treasure and finding it.

Isn't this just to die for? I'm sorry for those who did not get to attend to see the lengths she goes to for a presentation.

Zapp Hall or bust, Baby!

There was only one thing I found at the show that I wanted for myself and it was this beauty. Theresa presented me this lovely lady as a gift and I was thrilled. See, when it's a gift then I don't have to sell it. You can't sell a gift, right? She really is one of the sweetest people on God's green earth. I luv ya, Miss T.

Next up is Richard and his mom, Joann's, tent. If you haven't met them, let me just say, well bless your heart. Richard is, in my book, King of Zapp and I don't know of anyone who would disagree with me. So I guess that makes Joann, Her Royal Highness. They have a shop in Garland, TX by the name of Alston's Old Homeplace, which I have a link to. Richard stepped out of the shot just as I was taking aim, but not ol' Cat Daddy. BTW, that is his happy face.

Meet Joann. Isn't she just the cutest. Look at that smile-pure mischief. If you were there, you would be sure to try and steal a hug, but she gives them away. Below are more shots of their tent.

All kidding aside, I can't stress enough how much work and thought goes into planning an event like this-all for the shoppers pleasure.

I'll not say anything, just let you look at how pretty this is.

Looks real, huh?

I loved this display. I don't know if you can tell from my photo, but this piece has a roll top and it is ginormous. Great work, you two.

We managed to slip off from Zapp and went down the road to see Mel and Brian from Seedbox Antiques. They had already sold a lot of their bigger pieces by the time we got there on Saturday. Great people from the great state of Missouri.

Ah! The windmills of my mind. I'd love to own that if I had a wall and ceiling tall enough to display it on.

I'm going to stop right here and apologize to those I took photos of but lost somehow in translation. I don't know what I did wrong. I came home, but the photos didn't. I'll post more later for your viewing pleasure.