I spent yesterday morning browsing the rows and rows of dealers at the Alameda Antique Fair, by far one of my favorite places to spend a Sunday.
I scored with some charming antique linens, some ribbon and paper and also this tacky, kitschy little piggy bank. Ron hates it and i simply adore it... oh, and the piano stool he is sitting on... yup, got that little baby too.... and it even has metal claw feet. I'm pretty much a happy girl.
And, guess who I ran into.....
yup, Tim Holtz. So I'm sitting there cramming my face with a sausage on a soft roll covered in sour kraut and i see this face that i recognize. So i am thinking to myself for a split second, "how do i know this face? Do they work for Starbucks? Are the a customer?" and then it dawns on me and i blurt out (with a mouthfull of sausage mind you) "TIM HOLTZ!"
anyhow, i am a dork but i couldn't let him escape without a pic for the blog. turns out he had been in the bay area teaching a class.
None the less, not the person i expected to run into.