If you are planning to attend what is possibly Detroit's funnest street fair, the Dally in the Alley, this weekend, then you are a smart cookie. Not only is it super casual, super fun and super cool, it is also the fair with the largest number of gays - at least in my casual observance.
When I was first looking for the gay community in Detroit it was actually the Dally that gave me hope one actually existed. I mean, as far as gays go it's no Market Days, but it's more diverse and way groovier. A September afternoon dallying in Detroit is about as good as the street fair experience gets.
Now, while you are dilly-dallying around you should stop by all the yard sales that will be happening on Historic West Canfield. That's just one block down from the fair. You know, that one tree-lined block that is so jarring to drive down, not only because the cobblestones are intense but because the homes are all so beautifully preserved. Several of those lovely households have grouped together to sell some stuff, and more importantly, I'm joining them.
Stop by West Canfield between Second and Third and see me! That's right across the street from Bureau of Urban Living, City Bird, Motor City Brewing and Traffic Jam. I will sell you some cut-rate vintage cool stuff including some Hugh leftovers. There will be vintage housewares, dinnerware, some barware, tiki mugs, even a Heywood-Wakefield desk. Plus the usual random extra household stuff that always ends up in these things.
I need to move stuff out because my time as an itinerant has revealed to me that I have a shopping problem. With no more Mezzanine or Hugh as an excuse to scrounge unlikely sources for vintage coolness, it has become apparent that those businesses were only a means to an end. My need to score great finds continues unabated, and in fact has intensified since I've become I'm a man of leisure.
That's good for the general public on two fronts - first of all, periodically (like this weekend) I'll need to unload the things I don't want to keep. And secondly, it has inspired me to try out a new blog.
The new blog is called Joe's Addiction, and all it does is feed you a daily photo of one of my vintage finds. They might be things I keep, they may end up online at some point, possibly they will be Christmas gifts. Who knows? I don't.
I only know that every morning at 7:30am Eastern time a new photo pops up. It might be something amazing, or it might be kind of pedestrian. It'll be a surprise, and that's always part of the thrill, right? Think of it as your scheduled, watered-down shopping experience - a methadone clinic for your little vintage-loving heart. I hope you like it!