A Street Fair to Remember

Every year since time began, we buds have gone to the Atlanta Earth Festival the last weekend of September. Since the Carmel Arts Fair is on the same weekend, Joni suggested we go there instead.

Mary Beth and I met mid-morning at Joni’s. Did I mention that sometimes the husbands crash our girl parties? This time was no different; John and Dave were the party-crashers.  Dave was our chauffeur, and John rode shotgun. We took Joni’s Caddymobile again, because, even as tiny as we all are, we wanted as much space between us as possible. Apparently space trumps air-conditioning, because, as on our previous trip, the Caddy remains air-challenged.


When we girls started having grandbabies, we decided that grandbabies trumped any buds outing, no matter what. Connie had the opportunity to spend the weekend with her grandsons, so we planned this particular trip without her.

Like sisters, we piled in the backseat, drew imaginary lines between us and whined if one of us got in the other’s territory.  On the way, we reminisced about the years we worked together … the days of yore … the olden days. After a few years of working in Kokomo with my buds, I left to pursue my dream of commuting over an hour one-way to Indianapolis, paying for parking, and permanent employment as an information operator. A job I hoped to use as a springboard to bigger and better job opportunities. It did eventually happen, but I was on that springboard for 8 long years. In the meantime, the buds I left back in Kokomo each got crying dolls, so that when their workgroup got too whiny, the dolls would become a crying choir. I still feel the sting of regret for leaving the fun behind to pursue a career in 411.

When we arrived at our destination, Dave-the-chauffeur, blocked an entire roundabout to let us out; what a guy. John waited with us at the gate of the city while Dave parked the car.  The guys quickly lost sight of us as we flitted from booth to booth.


My first stop was a jewelry booth where each piece of jewelry was reversible. Reversible necklaces are genius. I checked the price tag and knew immediately that I was out of my element. This was not Walmart. My next stop was a booth with paintings. Price tag check: $1600 and $3800 respectively.  Uh oh, the $50 I withdrew from the ATM that morning was not going to go far. For $50, I would be lucky to get out of there with an elephant ear and a lemon shake-up.

Mary Beth surprised us all with a pre-lunch appetizer of beignets, which, I believe, is French for fried dough sprinkled with powdered or cinnamon sugar. It was a slightly different texture than an elephant ear, but certainly satisfied my elephant ear craving. I bought a cherry flavored Hawaiian ice to wash it down with. It was just okay; I probably should have opted for a different flavor.

While Mary Beth fetched our beignets, Joni and I took advantage of humorous photo ops with the life-like sidewalk sculptures:




We decided to eat lunch at Mudbugs Cajun Café, which is where Mary Beth purchased the beignets. I had a catfish basket. Others ordered po’ boy sandwiches of BBQ pork, catfish, or chicken.  The food was good.



We meandered down one side of the street and up the other.  The King’s Court Singers, sang “Men In Tights” on stage, then later they marched through the streets in their medieval attire, waving and offering greetings of “Good morrow!”


We sauntered through the World’s Smallest Children’s Art Gallery where art projects were displayed by children from local schools. The petite art gallery even made the World Book of Records.


After much meandering, sauntering, soaking in the entertainment, and price tag checking, I found something beautiful and within my price range. A father and son team from Anderson, were selling cheese boards that the son had crafted from wood, with attached wire cutters for precision cheese slicing. The son was very cheerful and helpful, making sure I got one exactly to my liking. I chose one for my son and daughter-in-law for Christmas, which I impulsively gave to them that evening. I’m not good at keeping secrets either. My daughter-in-law, or as I like to refer to her: my daughter-in-love, loved it. She thought my favorite cheese, Velveeta, would look fabulous on it. She thought that cheese in cans would look lovely sitting on the fancy board as well. So, there you have it, I am not totally devoid of class, and I have the best daughter-in-love in the world. [The one on the left]:


A block or so away from the end, which was also right where we started, we happened upon a man face down in the road, surrounded by art fair security. We quickly surmised that the man was in need of medical attention. John and Dave had been sitting at an outdoor table a few yards away and saw it go down, sort of. The man had just purchased food from a vendor, then, turning to walk away, stumbled over cords in the road. He did a face plant into the pavement, where he continued to lie for at least 20 minutes before an ambulance and paramedics arrived to whisk him away to the hospital. The accident was unpleasant enough, but to have hundreds of people walk around you as you lie in pain and humiliation cannot be any fun either. His food purchase was still hot and fresh. As he was lifted into the ambulance, I wondered if someone would ask, “Excuse me, are you going to eat that?” Then I reminded myself once again that this was Carmel, not Walmart.

John and Dave were like the best Ninja bodyguards ever, staying far enough away as to not stifle our shopping, had we, in fact, chosen to purchase a jaw-dropping $3800 piece of art, or a $700 reversible necklace, yet close enough to stealthily ward off paparazzi and evil-doers.  As our shopping venture wound down, Dave-the-chauffeur ran to get the car, and once again, hosed up the roundabout as we piled into the car. I LOVE that guy!

As usual, Dave and Joni were an exceptional host & hostess team. They gave us all a sightseeing tour of Carmel, their hometown. We saw the condominiums they had considered moving into, Booth Tarkington Civic Theater, the Center for the performing arts (Palladium). It was 2:00 pm when we got back to Joni and Dave’s.  This is what a fun day with my buds looks like in the paradise that is Carmel.

Now back home again to the other paradise that is Walmart.

2 Responses

  1. I always thought papparazzi and evil doers were one and the same. No?

    • No, you’re thinking of Clark Kent and Superman – one and the same. I didn’t see either at the fair, but I may have spotted Elvis.

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