It’s hard to believe that Bazaar-o-Rama has come to an end. Why, it seems like only four weeks ago that I set out on my month-long journey to discover the bazaar world around me. And what a time it's been! I got to explore different areas of my city, bought some date squares (among other things) and even made a few friends along the way.
I hope I've encouraged some of you to check out your local bazaars. They really are a great way to spend a Saturday morning.
Here are some of my bazaar buys.
Most bazaars have a table where people sell their
This was only $1 and came with a handmade box made out of magazine pages. But my box has mussels and scallops on it which doesn’t really say “Happy Holidays.”
These handmade crochet cloths are the best things ever. Just don’t wash your knives with them. I paid $2.50 for this.
I’m not a fan of home baking, especially when I have no context for who made it. What does their kitchen look like? Did they wash their hands? Do they have cooties? But it’s tough to pass up a bazaar bake table. This assortment was $2.25. The brownies had a bit of an aftertaste, though.
I don’t mind buying things you have to cook because heat kills cooties. These turkey pies were delicious. They were $3.50 each.
I don’t drink tea, but I bought this because the senior woman selling them was a helluva good saleswoman. It was $25. She custom-makes them and told me she’ll call when mine is ready. "We can meet for a coffee," she said. I think this is a date.
No bazaar is complete without an assortment of silver heels. Sadly, none were my size.
I had to hide this in the garage. Mainly because I live with someone who sees a spoon on the kitchen counter and screams, "I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS CLUTTER!"
I think these slippers were specifically made for people with one foot two sizes bigger than the other. These cost $3.50. If you ever see me in public wearing them, please call for help.
Cherry Pound Cake Loaf
I was going to visit my mom, so I bought this to bring to her. Seniors love anything with maraschino cherries. This was $5.50, which I thought was a bit dear. (See? Now I'm even talking like an elderly person.)
I guess if you think these types of books are "hystory novels," you tend to spell history that way. I paid 25 cents for this.
My sister was at a bazaar this weekend and found my book. How do you like them apples? I'd signed it for someone with the caption "Here's to small towns." I have no recollection of this. The name of the person I signed it to has White Out over it. Was this to protect their privacy or to disassociate themselves from a book about a fat kid with talking nipples? Anyway, it's a career-high as far as I'm concerned. You haven't hit it big until you're in a bazaar. My sister paid 50 cents for this. I thought that was a fair price.
I bought this because pine cones are all the rage right now, according to The Pine Cone Times. It was $1.
We're all country women at heart. Especially around the holidays. Has anyone seen my hairspray? This was a quarter.
I got these at a Ukrainian bazaar. I thought $10 was a little dear, but I'll likely hear from my Ukrainian uncle about how much work goes into making these. This bazaar was bizarre, because all they were selling were shrink-wrapped small appliances, like irons and toasters. And Halloween candy. If you're Ukrainian, can you tell me if this is how your bazaars roll? The perogies were good, by the way. But $10 good? Meh.
All these books were $1. They're old so I figure they might be worth something. I just wish I could reed.
Peanut Butter Marshmallow Squares
I bought these to prove to my sister and niece once and for all that you MIX THE MARSHMALLOWS INTO THE BARS AND NOT JUST PUT THEM ON TOP!!! (Read about the controversy here.) Two squares were 50 cents.
I bought this raisin bran muffin and coffee to see if church coffee has improved over the years. It hasn't. And my muffin didn't have any raisins in it. The only thing more depressing than a raisinless bran muffin is....well, there's nothing more depressing. I paid $1.50.
When I saw this homemade pot scourer came with a free poem, I had to snatch it up. It cost $1.25. Good poetry doesn't come cheaper than this. I hope it do clean my pots good.
I'm a pot scourer, watch me scrub
If I get dirty, Pop me in the "TUB"
Also you can bleach me,
And I come out clean as new
If you don't want me
Give me to someone who "DO"
I bought this because Saskatoon berries remind me of my dad and I miss him. I paid $2.
I bought these before realizing that some unknown stranger had rolled these balls in their bare hands. That's a little too much skin contact for me. I'll give them to the dog. I paid 50 cents.
It'd be criminal to spend an entire month bazaaring and not pick up the holiest of bazaar baking. These were $3. A little dear, but tasty nonetheless.
I found this at St. Margaret's Anglican Church bazaar. It was the final stop of my Bazaar-o-Rama journey, so I took it as a "thumbs up" from St. Margaret herself. The older woman selling it was wearing funky red eyeglasses and people in funky glasses always know their stuff. So when she asked me to make an offer, I said $10. (If she didn't have funky glasses, I would've offered a toonie.) She hemmed and hawed but sold it to me for that price. I think we both walked away happy.