Roses and Rust

This last Saturday I went to a shabby chic event at the local fairgrounds here in Shasta County. I went with my father in law Bob, he and I are very similar in our hobbies and ideas of fun. So we hit I5 and drove south a half hour to Anderson CA in hopes of finding a treasure that called our names.
When we arrived t the fairgrounds there was absolutely no parking. I have no idea how they decided that the amount of parking was suitable for a fair ground but it was not. We drove around a few minutes until I decided to follow people leaving the event and catch their parking spot as the left. I pointed to one lady who was leaving, she saw me and motioned us to follow her! I am glad she could read my mind, and soon after we were parked and ready to shop.
After handing over a five and one dollar bill I got my rose hand stamp and was ready to find that treasure. There were many vendors, all with a myriad of teacups, old windows, frames, yard art, industrial art, jewelry, handmade soaps and more. We ended up not finding a treasure that screamed our name, but we saw many projects that we could do and decided to try to recreate them later with our own flare.

(I wanted this teapot. . . .now that I think about it, it was screaming my name) 

Awesome bird feeders

(Jack stand lighting, I am going to have to get my husband to help me make one.)

So I may not have bought anything, and now that I dream about that teapot I probably should have forked over the 15 dollars and taken it home. How did I pass up on a 15 dollar bedazzled teapot?! Oh well. Once we finished shopping the vendors we went outside and looked at vintage trailer campers. I need one, I love to go camping but if I had a vintage air stream or just a tiny camper I would be in heaven. I just love the idea of decorating a tiny space and making it a home away from home. 

I mean look at that stove!! How can you not want to bake scones in the forest with that stove? It even had a matching mini fridge of the same blue. How ever, this camper was so tiny there was no closet of a shower, just a closet of a sink and toilet. But I could live with out a shower if my future camper had a stove like that.

Hey look, it's my father in law Bob. Hi Bob! So I dont like the tacky pink zebra pillows, and I would probably pick a different shade of pink on the cupboards, but its still a pretty darn cute camper.

Thank you Rust and Roses for a lovely Saturday, some great ideas and visions of me cooking on that adorable stove.