I’VE NEVER INKED my name onto a desktop, never etched my name into a picnic table nor my initials into the bark of a tree.
But I left my mark recently in a Hastings antique shop, because, well, I could.
I stood before the vintage Smith-Corona Floating Shift typewriter in The Emporium and pounded out this message: Minnesota Prairie Roots was here. Clack, clack, clack, clack… Twenty-nine times.
The message I left at The Emporium.
And I didn’t even make a typo, but felt a surge of Lutheran guilt at my self-centered promotion of my blog.
“Who would read this?” I wondered. “A customer? Management?”
Then, in an automatic reflex, I pulled my Canon EOS 20D camera to my eye and photographed the evidence. I would not make a good graffiti vandal.
However, from an artistic perspective, I fell in love with the photo—the simplicity of the image with its strong lines, its fuzzy quality (who says sharp focus is always best in photos?), its artsy quality and the red bands of ribbon and of words.
The gracious Emporium staff allowed me to photograph them.
So as to redeem myself for my self-indulgent infraction, I photographed the staff at the counter—they had no idea what I had typed onto that sheet of paper.
And just to make sure I’ve totally redeemed myself, I’m showing you several pieces of merchandise which particularly caught my eye on the second floor of this spacious, lovely and historic building.
Just loved this Fire King piece and this fruit. Should have bought it.
Artsy and lovely and beautiful.
I have no idea of the identity of this flaming orange-haired woman. I could think only of Cruella de Vil dressed for Halloween.
FYI: Click here to learn more about The Emporium, 213 East Second Street, Hastings, Minnesota.
The lovely architecture of The Emporium.
CLICK HERE TO READ a previous post from the Mississippi River town of Hastings, Minnesota, which brims with antique shops in its historic downtown.
© Copyright 2012 Audrey Kletscher Helbling