It's been quite a weekend. I hereby declare Mem Day weekend 2009 to be an Epic Weekend. First thing's first - and this tale might require several posts.
Like many diehard New Englanders, we spent part of our Memorial Day weekend on the Cape. Memorial Day weekend on Cape Cod tends to feature hit-or-miss weather, and this year was no exception--though the weather was significantly better than the damaging hail storm that came through our area on Sunday (more about that later).
On Friday night, we went for a walk on the Sandwich boardwalk, where we had engagement and wedding photos taken. The boardwalk and its accompanying beach offer lovely scenery and some of the coldest water I've ever swum in. The low 60s air temperature did not inspire me to go for a dip, though we did see one hearty fellow dive in (and quickly run back out for his towel).
We spent Saturday morning on Main Street in Falmouth, where I bought not one but two dresses (wedding season is upon us, after all) and two headbands that would make Blaire Waldorf proud (yay for me, impressing a fictional high schooler). We also happened upon an indoor yard sale that a local art guild was hosting in a basement.
While I am not much of a fan of yard sales, B is frequently tempted by the thought of discovering an Antiques-Roadshow-worthy treasure. We headed down a little alley (which might have been scary, had it been anywhere else but Cape Cod) and into a basement where a woman greeted us and said that they had priced their items to sell and many were in fact free.
Nothing caught our eyes immediately, but as we wandered around, ideas started to catch hold. Several paint-stained tables, which in a less authentic format might sell for hundreds from Pottery Barn, were being offered at the bargain price of $1 each. We picked up three, one to go next to our couch in the loft (or to hold a fan in the summertime, or to hold my purse--we have not yet determined its purpose) and two to go behind our couch in the living room. We originally planned to buy a new set of tables, but then they were discontinued at our favorite furniture store, and we haven't found anything that we like as much. Plus why spend a lot of money on new tables when a $2 totally unique option is availalble?
In addition to the tables, we bought a signed and numbered art print (also $1), a nonfunctioning women's watch (free; we're hoping it just needs a battery), a locking money bag from a bank (also free), and a paintbrush box that B will repurpose to hold his watches ($.50). The grand total for these items was $4.50, but we offered a slightly larger donation--after all, they are a nonprofit, and it's not easy being a nonprofit organization these days.
We carted the cobwebby tables and our other treasures back to our car (thank goodness for the Subie's roomy trunk and backseat) and headed over to Mashpee Commons for lunch at Bleu, a French restaurant that I've been meaning to try for ages. I had a Croque Monsieur (significantly awesomer than the street versions that we ate in France) and B had a bacon and tomato quiche. Nothing like a butter, egg, and cheese lunch to make you hungry for...dessert? Mais oui! Homemade strawberry champagne sorbet to split, and didn't we feel decadent. Not decadent enough to skip buying cupcakes at Cupcake Charlie's, though. We skipped buying an extra frosting "shot" though - you have to know where to draw the line.
We picked up some new entertainment at the local toy store in the form of Qwirkle, an addictive and nerdy game that I can't recommend enough. Qwirkle is a mix of Scrabble, dominoes, and Uno. Don't be fooled by the "Ages 6 and up" on the box - this game is great fun for adults, too, much like Blokus, except that so far, I haven't turned into a horrible person while playing Qwirkle as I do when I play Blokus. Darn my competitive spirit.
We came back home on Sunday, stopping en route to buy a new suit for B. As I mentioned, it's wedding season, and his suits haven't fit since 20 pounds ago. I gave him three options - buy a new suit, get one or more of his suits tailored, or gain back the 20 pounds. He opted for the first choice.
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