Dig This Treasure!

You might remember my family’s trip to Holly, MI last year.  It was full of Dickens characters, steampunks, and Skookum dolls.  This year, we all returned to Holly and it was noticeably less full of all of the above.  Despite being advertised as the annual Dickens festival, there were very few Tiny Tims and Jacob Marleys.  It might’ve been because it was cold as, well, the Dickens.

Zach suited up in the Baby Bjorn because Holly isn’t suitable for strollers.  All of the stores are mega cramped.  

  As it turns out, Zach didn’t really need the Bjorn, because he camped out in a bar with my mom and brother-in-law, drinking Christmas beers instead of shopping with the rest of us.

The baby seemed to love the bar, which is both adorable and unsettling.

I drank a fancy candy cane martini since Everett was eating formula this day.  I was very pleased about this.

Timmy, Lindsay, and I did end up antique shopping.  Holly really brings it hard when it comes to antiques.  They have some of the coolest stuff around.  

For some reason, there is a TON of Native American stuff.  All of it high quality.

Those moccasins remind me of that time I got in a fight with an auctioneer over moccasins.  Seriously, curse that dude.

I did buy a Native American item, but it is a Christmas gift for someone and therefore I cannot disclose it yet.  I’ll be sure to blog about it after the holiday.  

I really want one of these old German paper mache rabbits.  One day I will pony up and buy one.

Ok, so you should also know that Holly is apparently haunted.  So while I was shopping around for cool antiques, I kept running into this group of people who were ghost hunting.  This was frustrating for many reasons.  One, it was the middle of the day.  Ghosts do not come out and say hello in the middle of the day.  That is like Ghost Knowledge 101.  

And like I mentioned, the shops in Holly are super tiny and hard to maneuver.  I kept trying to look at things in glass cases inside the antique stores, and all of a sudden like 4 people are in the way trying to take photos of the cases because “you can see a ghost’s reflection in them!”  No.  That is a lie.  There is no ghost face reflection in these cases, just old sh*t that I am trying to look at and possibly buy.

The crowds tired me out, so I didn’t buy much.  I did get Timmy a baseball bank for Christmas, which I am disclosing here because he accidentally caught me buying it.  It kind of looks like this (I forgot to photo it before wrapping).

-Erin

Update from Sarah: First of all, Everett doesn’t EAT. He only drinks. Second, why did you not buy that Rasta Santa? He even has a sunburn from his most recent trip to Jamaica, mon.