So you went to Round Top and brought home a top hat...

Well yes, yes I did.  And I love it people isn't it cute?  There are so many possibilities with this thing.
Like this...


or this...


But, ultimately I decided on this...


I mean who doesn't need a top hat?  Oh and that's Wags my little bundle of naughty monkey in the background.  He's not depressed.  He's just bored with my incessant picture taking.  He's plotting to steal my versatile purchase of wonderfulness as soon as I take my eyes off him...

You know what else I found at the awesomeness that is Round Top?


A wee little stool for which to prop my wee little feet.  Isn't it cute?  The girls made me promise not to recover it under penalty of death because the velvet is so perfectly perfect already...

And away we go!


 Spent an amazing weekend in Round Top looking for all kinds of unique treasures, and the people watching was almost as incredible as the antiques! Five women, two pick-up trucks, multiple sets of bungie cords, old blankets, wish lists in hand and we set off for the five hour drive to beautiful hill country midway between Austin and Houston.

We saw some lovely things at Pandora de Balthazar


Me likey, me likey a lot...

and some adorable furry things

and then I found this

But I didn't like the wingy things on it, so I decided on this


So I talked to Mr. Man and brow beat him down 150 dollars past his asking price, oh yes I did.
But sadly upon retrieving said fabulous amazing piece from Mr. Man I noticed, much to my chagrin, that the back half of the rim of this lovely hundred year old estate piece was in fact no longer attached to my planter.  
NOOOOOOOOO...
So sadly I said to Mr. Man that I was going to have to rethink this little transaction of ours pronto fast because for 400 bones, Big D (that's Mr. Cheeky) was not going to be happy with my broken piece of fabulousness.

So I tucked my tail between my legs, went to dinner at Royers Round Top Cafe, and started to eat and drink my sorrows away on this



And I finished with this


And then all was right with the world, except I am still longing for my rusted planter that Mr. Man ruined for me.