Our weekend was fairly low key. Yesterday, C and I happened upon an army surplus store while we were out running errands. As he is not a big shopper (unless it's shopping for something specific and electronic that he wants), he reluctantly followed me in the store. I love going through places like this because you never know what you might find.
We wandered through the building and a large yard of all kinds of random stuff. I felt like we were on American Pickers. It took a few minutes, but I could tell that C was warming up to the eclectic mix of items I'd picked up: an old exit sign and incense storage display. He comfortably negotiated the prices down (something he is good at and I hate to do).
Back inside, C saw this old red cross medical unit flag hanging as a display along the wall. Since he had asked about several other display pieces (none of which were for sale), I figured it wasn't up for grabs. I also thought he was purposefully going for items that were clearly unavailable to us just for sport.
"I'll give you X for it," he blurted to the sales person.
Wait a minute. That came out of his mouth a little too comfortably. Maybe American Pickers has seeped into his subconscious.
I think it looks great next to the rasterbated photo I hung last week (details of which will follow in another post). C loves that it's medical related. I love that he got into the spirit of the experience.
What did you do this weekend?