But it was close. My Saturday was all shook up when the teen declared I 'had' to go see this vintage store she, DH and the little one had gone to on Friday night while they were out looking at art. I'm not one to argue too much about going to a vintage/antique store. In fact, I'm usually leading the charge. My only worry was it is down in the West Bottoms. Not that I really know where that is in Kansas City, I just know its in downtown, among the scary decaying buildings.
You see, I have this little comfort zone *shows you her comfort zone in the shape of a square, very close to her body* that I have trouble venturing out of. I love old buildings, but I've watched too many CSIs. Someone is always getting murdered in old buildings because someone else was bent on nefarious activities. Mark my words, someone is always gonna get killed. Plus, when I'm with one of the kids, I am even more hyper-vigilant. It's that responsibility issue, to protect your children. The teen is fearless it seems.
Anyway, we headed out to see some galleries and this little vintage store. We stopped by one place. I took one look at its location in one of the scariest alleys and only one car and had visions of being murdered in the abstract section of the gallery. NO WAY. Didn't go in. The teen just rolled her eyes at me and directed me to the next place.
We had the best time at the vintage store: Good JuJu. It's only open The first weekend of the month during what KC area calls 'First Fridays.' A great time to visit art galleries and all sorts of booths of art for sale. I picked up 2 vintage aprons, a few old photographs, a pile of old time cards and the teen found a gorgeous vintage perfume bottle. She was ecstatic since she collects them.
After leaving the store, we happened upon this place, Seldom Found. It looks interesting and we'll have to come back for a visit since it wasn't open. Around that store we found a few buildings and alleys that were perfect for photographs. The teen insisted on jumping out of the car to take pictures instead of sitting in the car like any normal human being in a foreign area. While she took pics I scanned the area for murderers, prepared to run them over with my car if they came near my baby. 'I' took pics from the car.
I think however, that after awhile I felt safe. Or saf 'er' that I thought I did in the beginning. Now the teen and I are planning more trips, to include more antique stores, salvage shops and maybe a thrift store or two thrown in for dear ole' mum. I'm branching out of my comfort zone. Okay, stretching its borders just a bit. It's worth it, to spend time with my teen.