In the city of Huntsvegas, in the circle of everything Greek, or more accurately, in the circle of everything Delta Zeta (which is the sorority that rules all in this city… they’re like the mob), there is one weekend that stands above the rest. That weekend is the weekend of the DZ Marketplace. Where you will find everything you never needed and so much more. But don’t worry, it’s all hand-made & just “so cute!” Unless you’re the lady at the Tupperware booth. I somehow doubt you made those containers yourself…
You can find yourself wandering aimlessly in this place for hours, “ooh-ing,” “ah-ing” and “uhhhh-ing” at the “talent” displayed amongst the many aisles of heavily scented and exuberantly decorated booths. But, to be fair, there are many talented persons that come to sell their crafts, and it is from those few individuals that I bought a majority of my Christmas presents for everyone.
Including, and not limited to, a wind chime made from antique silverware, a really cool drawing of a Jimmy Buffett inspired parrot scene (but in color!), the “left brain” for my KimJim, and a neat garden do-hicky for the madre. But the best gift of all was being able to leave with this picture of an extremely creepy peanut man.
All I can say is that I’m glad Uncle Salty is not related to me…Oh Alabama…
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