You know it's cold outside when Shiloh gets to sleep inside. Bless his heart.
I took some time off yesterday and went to some antique malls that I've been wanting to visit. We always drive past them when we go to Oklahoma each month. We just never leave early enough to scout them out. Plus, I knew I'd enjoy the experience more if I didn't have my hubby in tow (no offense).
Anyway, I went to 2 antique malls north of Denton, in an old outlet mall area. They were really nice and had some great stuff. (I didn't buy anything. I was just looking.) Then I went to Gainesville to check the antique mall there that I see every month when we stop at that Starbucks. Well, rats, they just closed. The man working at the building said there was another antique mall farther in town. I went there. Completely vacant.
It got me to thinking. I love antique malls. . . but I really think they're becoming truly antique. Like the one I'm in -- lots of people (more and more) are coming to eat in the tea room. (I mean, my mother and niece and her family came recently and had to wait 15 minutes to get in!) But all those people are just not shopping in the mall part. More and more of the dealers are leaving because they're not making their rent. The mall fortunately has a waiting list for new dealers, but if they're like I was, they're going to be very disappointed when they put stuff in their new booth, then come back two weeks later and hardly anything is gone!!
Ah, but I do enjoy it so much, which is interesting. I never - ever- thought I'd get into something like having a booth in an antique mall.
Never say never.