Seeking joy through adventure, there it is at the huge Farm Chicks Show taking place at the Spokane Fairgrounds. Excitement is through the roof. Women, and a few men, of all ages are on a treasure hunt.
We line up for tickets the day before the huge weekend event and return the following morning two hours before the doors open to wait in line buzzing to one another about the things we’ll find.
Why do we flock like this? Is it the thrill of the hunt for things to feather our nests? To find things like white-painted furniture, handcrafted jewelry, vintage inspired clothing, primitives, signage, antiques and vintage curiosities?
Names of vendors beckon: Joyous Surprises, Inspired Furniture and Finishes, Secrets in the Attic, The mad Cow, Laurie’s Laughter, Junk Girls, Two Pitts of a Pear, Rusty Chick, Olden Thymes, Backroads Vintage, Pammy’s Attic.
The fun was around every bend and corner in the 300 hundred eye-appealing booths, the friendly and helpful vendors, the country girl look so many women sported in their cowboy books, aprons,long skirts and lacey tops.
It was my particular joy to meet Serena, the young, adorable brunette who started this a few years ago in Fairfield. She said she’d be happy to review my new non-fiction, Snowbirds, coming out this fall so I’ll send her a preview copy when they come out in July.
Women from all over the U.S. and Canada are here. My friend, Sherrel’s husband, an Egyptian, asked, “Did you see anyone from Eqypt?” No one seemed to think there is anything this vast-a-vintage shopping event in their city. I picked up postcards from vendors offering Vintage Faires: Girl Friends, Olympia; Molly Mo’s, Sublimity, OR.; Wild Women, 5 Mile Prairie; Mad Hatter, Mead, Roses & Rust, Boise, ID.; Two Women Vintage Goods (always open in Spokane), Junk Girls, San Luis Obispo, CA.; Junk From Trunk, Newport.
I snagged six brass animal kabob wire sticks, a 1920’s parmesan shredder, a darling little red apron, a basket for taking food to the gazebo and a little white painted curved wood chair on which it is written, “What If the Hokey Pokey Is What It’s All About?”