“Uncommon Greetings” postcard perfect

‘Curiouser and curiouser!’ cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English).

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

Funky bud vases. I was supposed to be on a mission, but everything else was so distracting – the collective labels it “transcendent junk” – that I’m not sure I would have noticed a bud vase unless I knocked it over accidentally and it shattered it on the floor.

The Remington typewriter below suggests resisting the urge to type; so, since Uncommon Objects’ own copy is so prose perfect, I’ll just lift its self-description from the website:

…a one-of-a-kind emporium of transcendent junk that you see before you. Twenty-four hardworking antique sellers have been assembled under one roof to bring you this very genuine and sometimes quirky slice of American culture and history. Uncommon Objects has been described as ‘your eccentric uncle’s attic on steroids.’ And remember, this is no museum. This stuff is for sale… the ultimate ‘green’ shopping experience.

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For years, Uncommon Objects was crowded amongst a cluster of stores lining South Congress but now is a stand-alone experience at 1602 Fortview Road, eliminating the rowdy bar-hoppers and making browsing relaxing. More abundant offerings can be found out back in the yard on the last Sunday of the month from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. – Uncommon Flea.

I promise you will encounter much more than taxidermy at Uncommon Objects, but my cellphone seems to have a magnetic attraction to stuffed creatures. I’m surprised I didn’t adopt one, particularly that little nanny goat in a blue gingham dress looking down on that white possum. And, oh, how I lusted for that ball of buttons. Bud vases? I’ll try to be more disciplined another day.