so, the newest thing i've learned since like, two days ago, is that there are multiple meanings to the word 'farmer's market.' that's right. when i thought it was universal, it wasn't.
farmer's market one
scenario: various vendors of vegetables, fruits, flowers, jams, honey, etc. it's essentially a place where you can buy things for that night's dinner or the next morning's bread and jam. it's also a place where you can taste the freshest fruits and vegetables of that day's harvest from the farmers.
diagnosis: this is what i think of when you tell me farmer's market. nothing else.
farmer's market two
scenario: various vendors along a street with a mix of fruits, vegetables, and homemade craft items or scary looking dolls. this is where your mother bought your aunt that 'i-love-my-sister' picture frame with someone else's picture in it, or where your sister is begging your mother for that tacky looking bracelet made out of rocks someone found on the floor from texas.
diagnosis: this is definitely a flea market to me. i don't know why it's named 'flea' instead of 'flee' because it would make more sense to me that these people would be trying to flee the cops because you know that someone in there somewhere is selling something someone else stole.
farmer's market three
scenario: blow up castles, slides, obstacle courses crowd one end of the street and down the other end of the street are vendors that specialize in face painting, little knick-knacks someone definitely saved from countless mcdonald's kid's meal toys, popcorn, worms in dirt, an officer and his buddy teaching how to ride a bike with a helmet, etc. this place is usually swarmed with kids who are 9 and below with their parents. you're bound to hear a parent scream 'no shoes in the castle!!!'
diagnosis: i was recently tricked into going to this so called farmer's market, which prompted this post. this is not a farmer's market. this is a carnival, or something close to it. i'm 22. i don't want my face painted and i don't want a reflective snap on bracelet, which my mom actually got for me. it's bright yellow.
2 comments:
BAHAHAHHA.. I had to LOL on the slap bracelet.. OMG.
Aww I think it's great your mom takes you to these things, even if you are "too old" to appreciate a yellow slap bracelet for what it is, a weird way for her to connect with you. That's what moms (mom's?) do... and sometimes it is difficult to realize that the beautiful young woman that is walking beside us is no longer the little child who needed us to kiss her booboos and tell her everything will be OK in the end :) I lub your mom Kasie. Makes me miss mine ;)
Post a Comment