Gadora barreled West today towards Johnson City. Made a 1-day road-trip to Fredericksburg for their monthly Trade Days. As I tore down a hill with open windows and eager eyes, surrounded by mesquite trees and rolling green pastures, and as the Texas sky threatened a serious downpour Gadora slapped the stearing wheel and let out a big, “Whoo-hoo! I live HERE!!!” It was a channeled Smokey and the Bandit moment. And I’m still smiling.
Trade Days would have to wait until Gadora visited Red, an online summer discovery. When I lived in Fredericksburg more than a decade ago, during a time I refer to as my “previous life,” there was truly only Homestead, then the pinnacle of home decor.
I was in women’s fashion. But I went in to gawk. A very ABC kind of place, it offered the kind of interior gems only afforded those with healthy pockets. But its inspiration was free.
Red incorporates a saucy mix of old and new. New upholstery on vintage shapes. Metal cabinets gleam with a newish shimmer. Red offers up new ways at looking at old things. And, they seem to value a naked mannequin as much as Gadora.
A butterfly man on a stick table, set beside a brilliant robins-egg sofa.
Paula and I wound around the store and visited a moment with Beverly. I told her about Gadora, and said I’d prolly post a few pics I’d been snapping. I trust our paths will cross again.
Gadora has wanted to do this very thing with old, oxidized bird cages.
Had Gadora only been greeted by the Hawaiian grass-skirted umbrellas on the stores’ historic stone porch, without the promised charms of its magical interior, I may have passed. Fredericksburg’s streets were hopping today with old and young and frugal spenders. And today, it was hopping with a Gadora with a plan. It felt great to finally step inside.