I’m working on getting my house in order so I can put it in the rental pool here while I wait for it to sell. This entails decorating it in a Southwestern style and, being this close to Mexico, I figured I’d get some inexpensive, yet colorful, tin stars, suns, mirrors, etc. to brighten it up.
There are more than a few outdoor pottery and garden art shops here in Tubac. They work on the honor system: you find what you like, look at the price, figure out the tax, and then throw either money or a check in a slot by the door. One such place called La Paloma has a clearance section outside, and I thought this might be just the ticket for my budget decorating needs.
In amongst a bunch of cracked plates, dented tin pots, hanging kokopelli silhouettes and fairly tacky wall hangings, I saw some mirrors that looked quite promising. I reached across the table, and pulled one out. AAGGHHH! Something jumped out of it! I threw it back down and held my breath. Nothing. Now, as a nearly native Arizonian (2 summers makes it so), I wasn’t about to get all squeamish and girly. I leaned gingerly in to see what it was and if it was gone. AGGGGHHH! The damn think jumped back out of the basket it was hiding in.
I leapt back and took two steps backward ~ but in my new backwards state I couldn’t catch my balance and down I went…. in the process knocking over a basket full of tin lizards (ironic).
So there I was again. Splayed on the ground, covered in tin lizards (better than cat shit!), with 2 men standing over me asking “Senora! Are you ok!?”
Of course my ego was bruised, but other than that I was fine. I didn’t buy a mirror, or a Kokopelli or even a tin lizard, for that matter. I think I might head to Home Goods after all.