On Saturday, I decided to be a bit crazy. And by "be a bit crazy," I mean, "make a weekend getaway in Detroit." And by "weekend getaway," I mean, "drive four and a half hours to Detroit to attend a craft show at the Masonic Temple and then, after spending just two hours wandering around downtown, drive the four and a half hours back to Indianapolis."
If I recall, Hans and I left at 1:15 in the afternoon and got back to Indianapolis around 2:00 in the morning.
But it was worth it.
When I called my mom on Sunday, she asked how my weekend had gone.
"Oh, you know. I hung out with Zoë on Friday for awhile. Did some Christmas shopping. Haven't been doing much today." I yawned. "Oh, and I went to Detroit yesterday," I added as an aside.
"That's ni--wait. WHAT?! In one day?"
It was glorious. Both her reaction and the trip.
I had planned a trip to Detroit ever since Julie of Julie Ann Art had announced that she would be participating in the Detroit Urban Craft Fair. Since I've purchased cards from her for well over a year now, and since she was only going to be a few hours away, I decided to make the trip north. She was fun, energetic, and conversational, and it was just as easy to joke with her, to ask her questions in person, as it is online.
... Not sure if Julie looks tiny or I look Amazonian, but I swear I'm only 5'10".
Since we rolled into town around 6:00, we were only able to spend about an hour at the craft fair. It was plenty of time, though, to stroll each aisle and pick up a few things. I grabbed a few more cards from various vendors, as well as a handful of magnets. My favorite, purchase, though, is the planter with four succulents I got from The Library Lab. (And by "planter," I mean "hollowed-out, vintage book.") I practically had a bookgasm upon seeing that particular booth.
Hans and I spent a great deal of time in the Masonic Temple, photographing various elements of it. It was a stunning building with exquisite detailing. Outside the Temple, there were abandoned buildings. Down the block, on the same block, around the corner. To me, Detroit is almost a monument to myself. All the same, it's eerily beautiful. The city was especially pretty downtown, with the lights and the Christmas tree and the ice skating and the artisans' market we just happened to stumble upon. And, oh, we were cold. Hans' hands were freezing, my toes were numb. The corners of our mouths found it hard to shape words, to mold sentences in evening wind.
But it was worth it.
Even though I got us mildly lost three separate times.
I believe I uttered, "I'm so happy we came!" about five dozen times. And I'm pretty sure that I thanked Hans for tagging along about seven dozen times. It was nice, to hang out. To talk. To joke around. To give each other shit and chagrin. It was nice to have company. It was nice to explore with someone I can trust. It was nice to hang out, exchange a hug once we parted, and know that, hey, we're still friends. Good friends.
Under my bed, there are a series of boxes. Boxes of photographs, of old school papers, of memories. And then there's the blue shoe box, the one my old tennis shoes came in. It's a wide box, true, but its sides are bulging, full of cards and well wishes. Some of the cards have been saved for twenty years--I received them on my fifth birthday and do not have the heart to dispose of them.
Cards are special--and whether they cost $1 or $8, the sender/giver did his or her best to select the "perfect" one. In truth, I'm always on a mission to find the right card, the right words. And, as a reasonably sassy individual, I'm drawn to the more quirky cards. The sarcastic cards. The ones that may or may not make you blush or laugh or groan.
The cards here are all handmade, and can all be found on Etsy. Some are letterpress, some are hand-drawn. There's fancy typography, clean design, and creative blends of humor and holiday spirit. And, of course, there are varying levels of sass. More importantly, though, each card comes from a vendor that prides itself on being an artist or a small business. So, even though Small Business Saturday has passed, it never hurts to keep looking, to keep shopping, to keep buying.
I hope you have a wonderful weekend; I'll be in Detroit on Saturday, at the Urban Craft Fair. I'll be buying up entire booths, I'm sure. Deckin' the halls. Lightin' that shit up. You know.
Happy First Friday!
* All images used with permission.
I recently developed thirteen rolls of film, some of which were "leftover" from April and May. (Yes, that's right; I had rolls of film that had been waiting patiently for six months.) Most of the photos were of Indianapolis, Evansville, and Hannibal. However, I also had this set from Broad Ripple--from back in August, when I was toying around with a toy camera.