That’s not really saying much. After all, it was only day eight of the new year and I haven’t been anywhere interesting yet. I was in Baltimore to visit friends and attend The Woodworking Show at the state fairgrounds.
(Really selling this, ain’t I?)
It was Saturday afternoon and I was having trouble hearing the gentleman proclaiming his oil and sanding system the finest in the land over the noise from the router demonstration to my left and the CNC router behind me. It was crowded all day and getting worse by the hour. It was time to be somewhere else.
Reluctantly, I left.
Time and changing markets have largely decimated the antiquing opportunities in Cockeysville. Many of the downtown dealers are gone. One new and happening antique area seems to be in the Hampden neighborhood.
When I lived in the area, Hampden was a working class neighborhood mostly famous for the annual Miracle on 34th Street, a block of over-the-top light displays loosely linked to a holiday in late December. All houses contribute in their own competitive way. Hampden is now trendy with trendy hair salons, trendy restaurants and trendy shops filled with hipsters and other questionable sorts.
There be man-buns!
This is my kind of neighborhood. Of course I had to go.
And I went. Nothing earth-shaking but a collection of small shops with some interesting stuff. One of the interesting pieces is what was described as an English adjustable partner’s drafting desk:
Traveling to Baltimore, I came across what is the oddest thing I’ve seen in a while:
It took me a while to figure out what it is. A friend gave me a suggestion and I did some research. I believe this is the (believed) mythical sled desk use by nomadic home-schooled Inuit children. Learning al fresco. Curved ends of the skis are missing but I’m sure I ‘m right. This was before seat belts.
The final oddity for today is this pseudo-staked bench from IKEA, the Swedish meatball people: