Savannah New Moon Market

Hey Y'all!

I just got back from Savannah and just gotta let you know you missed a good time.

Leah & I took off like a shot gun blast out of the A.T.L. Friday afternoon and made it into Savannah in record time. At Kristen's, Leah put some finishing touches are some of her beautiful rings made from vintage buttons then it was time for a late night pizza feast and straight to bed. (Set up for the show started at 6:30 am!) I rolled out about 5:30 am to the sound of someone's alarm doing the snooze circuit over and over again. Thanks to coffee and being well prepared it didn't take us long to drag ourselves down to the Old Sears Building near beautiful Forsythe Park. I have to say that I did continue to rearrange things in the booth over and over for the next few hours 'cause I just can't leave well enough alone. This is the first annual New Moon Market so it was still a little light on vendors but foot traffic from the park was good. We made gas and beer money and that's what truly matters. Our afternoon was cut a little short by a quick afternoon storm shower and we all learned a valuable lesson about thinking under the table means dry. We were set up right over a low spot in the lot and had a mini river rushing right under our table. Luckily it didn't last and nothing really important got wet. Now we know, right?

Kristen went to work afterwards at a local vintage clothing store and Leah and I did the customary pub crawl through River Street. I've never been to Savannah before so I guess it's part of your initiation to do the riverfront, beer in hand. About 7:00 pm it was time to go meet back up with Kristen and head back to the house. Needless to say, I was not ready to continue into the evening debauchery with the Faircloth family so I begged out and spent the rest of the evening between reading and dozing in the dining room floor. Kristen & Leah headed out to meet their brother, Alex, with attached roommates and significant others with a "Oh, just one beer and then we'll be back...". Right. I later heard there were Car Bombs involved. Irish Car Bombs. If you've never had one I suggest you order one. They give new meaning to the phrase "crawling from the wreckage". All's well that ends well though and we were hugging necks and hopping in the truck by 11:30 the next day. Next stop, Hwy. 441, Milledgeville, rummage shopping and buzzing back into town by early evening.

I can't wait to go back and see more of the city. It's very pretty and the people are super nice. Thanks again, Kristen for the invite and playing hostess.

See you soon!
Love, Haley