Or, does it shift to hustle bustle?
Touch this. Taste that. Confined yet strategically structured kiosk placements, luring one to come -hither. Crowds. Crowded. So please, don’t forget your manners! The purchasing options are varied and plentiful. The exposure for the vendors – surely they would easily proclaim “priceless!”
All in a day at Eastern Market… actually, if I am being honest, my very first day. Yep… after living in the DC area for over two years, I have finally managed to partake in what many have established as routine. A visit to one of DC’s oldest fresh food, arts & crafts public markets nestled in the historic Capital Hill neighborhood. Haha… it appears that I am slowly stripping away my newcomer status, eh? Wearing my favorite jeans, a black tee, a head scarf tied in an artsy side knot, and my “never leave home without them” sunglasses, I immersed myself in the market experience. I was ready. Eager to find inspiration… or that diamond in the rough. Aligning myself with the drove, I was looking. We all were looking for something…
Initially – sensory overload! My shopping stride was staggered and rhythmless. Stop. Hmmm… need a plan of attack. EUREKA! Shift gears and follow my friend’s lead. What at first resembled a labyrinth, quickly transformed into a fruitful path easy to navigate. Vendor, after vendor, after vendor… some worthy of a glance others meriting my undivided attention. Haha – borrowing from Jerry Maguire, the market had me at “hello!” Now I understand the buzz… the fondness and allegiance felt by patrons. Eastern Market is a hub – a nucleus – that supports and promotes the community… all the while, housing vendors with unique and desirable products – and enabling them to be profitable!
Yes… yes… an emphatic YES! I am going back. Surely, a multitude of reasons would spark my return… my artistic eye was appeased! But for now, two reasons prevail.
Number one. I discovered a vendor that carries vintage posters. Some in frames, the others not – but in plastic sleeves, supported by cardboard to maintain their shape. In my opinion, an amazing assortment and moderately priced. If the vendor had been more engaging or even a bit friendlier, his link would have appeared here ______________. At any rate, the subject matter of the posters was surprisingly unique – from vintage football images, black & white photos of the Negro (yes, Negro) League baseball teams, African safari images, French boudoir settings and jazz. One Thelonious Monk poster is calling my name… actually my husband’s name! Humph… still perplexed by the vendor’s lack of energy – but pushing my personal feelings aside, I will support his business — next visit!
Number two. I found an African batik vendor!!!!! Batiking is an art form that has always captured my attention and finally I have access to a local artist. The vendor, from Kenya, was incredibly friendly – probably even flirtatious – especially when he saw the birthmark, reminiscent of the African continent, on my forearm. Bordering stalking – he was adamant “You need to go to Africa!” Even told me of a pub in a baobab tree that I should visit http://www.odditycentral.com/pics/the-baobab-bar-tree.html. Nonetheless… his abstract batik prints depict images such as women dancing, women carrying baskets on their heads and men hunting. They are packed with vibrant colors, available in an array of sizes and (what seemed to be a common thread) reasonably priced. I did purchase two 5″ x 7″ batiks for $10 each and even though I will have to frame them myself – I still consider it a steal! Unfortunately, no link to post… I suppose you just have to visit Eastern Market and track down K’Owino Batiks.
Pretty snazzy market – bursting at the seams with selections – most definitely a place that I intend on frequenting!
Check it out: http://www.easternmarket-dc.org/
Even walked away with a $5 bottle of Capital City Mumbo sauce for my husband. Hey… he was born and raised in DC, that Mumbo sauce is sweet nostalgia! Haha – probably should have put a bit more thought into that decision… for of course he wants fried chicken wings for the sauce. But – did I mention that frying chicken is not one of my strengths? DAMN! What have I gotten myself into?!