A bouffanted, bespectacled lady side-eyed us soon after we entered the Austin Antique Mall. She rocked a sombrero better than a nearby cheetah rocked his cowboy hat.
We perused aisles of knick-knacks, some of which made zero sense, like this limber colonial.
Large, upright sound systems beckoned us, but we hadn’t the cash for them, snazzy as they were–and just my style.
Some rooms we only glanced into, fairly certain we didn’t need such breakable wares.
My husband recognized this from his boyhood.
Other finds proved wearable, like this skull dress and peacock boots (perhaps not worn together).
Some items were on the verge of extinction, like this cigarette machine.
We rounded the corner past a Koken barber chair and a disturbing Buster Brown.
The Savior himself seemed to be saying, “Enough shopping already.” His mom stayed silent.
That was good enough for us. Our wallets remained in our back pockets and we left the remaining vendor stalls for another day.