This weekend I instagrammed my way across Alabama.
Through the rolling hills and the farmland and a town that looked like vintage Americana.
Through booths piled high with zinc letters and old signs and chippy furniture and chandelier crystals and wooden letters and picnic baskets.
Through tables and chairs and wooden floors and a florist booth and a book signing and a Windstream trailer serving food.
I instagrammed it because it was the weekend of a lifetime.
A weekend I will remember forever.
And I wanted you to share it with me.
Because if you would have been there you would have laughed out loud with me when we first saw the chapel at the top of the hill facing Main Street and thought that we were at a movie set.
And we would have looked at each other and rolled down the windows and screamed for the joy of it and honked the horn…..
…..all the way down the road.
…..even though we just met.
And when I got distracted and tried to buy this amazing Farmer’s Market sign that Mary had painted…..that was still in the truck…..
….you would have told me to pace myself.
Because that’s what friends do.
Then you would have helped me unload the car that was filled to the brim of stuff and you would have sighed and asked me why didn’t I pack everything in boxes like normal people who drive across the country to go to a show…..and I would have told you that I stayed up late watching Survivor and I ran out of time.
And you would have nodded understandingly.
And told me boxes were totally overrated.
….and you would have told me how lucky I was to share a booth with them.
And that I would never have been able to do it without them.
And that it was a good thing they were both there to keep me focused and on task and not rambling around chatting with people about window treatments when I should have been tagging wooden letters.
And I would have totally agreed.
And when we arrived the next morning….the morning of the show….and there was a line around the block….
…..you would have told me that I was silly to have worried that no one was going to show up.
And it was a good thing Layla was so organized and thought of parking and food and activities.
And it was a good thing there were these amazing ladies who helped run the show…..who thought of everything including baskets of Ritz Bits and Diet Coke.
And when I told you I was worried that all the people standing in line were going to get bored waiting and I thought I should go outside and sing and dance to them…..
….you would have told me that “Going to the Chapel” was a good song to start with.
Since I had been singing it all weekend anyway.
And when the doors were about to open at 9:00am…..and my earrings broke.
You would have fixed them with a piece of string and told me to put on my red lipstick and wave my hands around a lot and no one would notice.
And you would have been right.
Especially about the red lipstick.
And when the crowds came pouring in….we would have met the most amazing people.
People from California and Oregon and Mississippi who would have made us laugh out loud with their stories and their excitement and their creativity.
And we would have shopped Layla’s booth and tried to decide on whether or not to buy these amazing hand-carved wooden books or this apple basket and then we would have had a ten minute discussion on whether or not we could make those window treatments out of drop cloths.
…..have you ever seen window treatments like that?
And at the end of the day….after the crowds left….and the booths were empty….and the packing was about to start…..
….we would have paused for a moment to celebrate.
To celebrate the joy.
To celebrate the excitement.
And to celebrate the weekend that was…..
….and that we got to spend it together.
PS If you were there at the market…..I cannot tell you how lucky I was to have met you.
You are such a rock star.