The older I get, the less enamored I am with "festivals." I hate the mosh-pit crowds, I can't take an entire day of blistering sun anymore, and I sure as heck don't need to buy more gee-gaws for my house or eat any cheesecake-on-a-stick. Still, there is one festival I don't mind going to. The Old Pecan St. Festival in Austin.
Pecan St. was the original name of what is now 6th St., and once a year they close it off for the weekend, and open it up to all sorts of vendors and purveyors of hand-crafted and repurposed or rejuvenated goods. I like it because it's smallish -- get there when it opens, and you can be finished before lunch. I go for all the color-mad eye candy.
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| Food Trucks |
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| Agua Fresca |
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| Ear Adornments |
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| Haberdashery |
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| Need a pair of spats or a steam punk pocket watch? This couple will soon have a brick & mortar location down on S. Congress -- I believe it's to be called "Dandy." |
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| A possible future replacement for my current Mini - the new, sporty Mini. Only problem would be deciding who drives that, and who drives the Prius wagon. Perhaps we could assign days? |
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| The one thing this guy adores as much as (possibly more than) our daughter -- blue raspberry sno-cones! |
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| This portrait was assembled from a million individual wood chips. |
I did cave in and buy one very cool necklace that I didn't
really need, and came away with a nice little sunburn on the back of my neck, but it was a small price to pay for the never ending photo-ops, don't you agree?
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