‘The Time has come,’ the Walrus said, ‘to talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing wax,
Of cabbages and kings.
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings.’
– Lewis Carroll, The Walrus and the Carpenter
For our Phoenix guests who don’t mind roads that go up and down and around curves and along crevasses all at the same time, the Pickle Barrel Trading Post in Globe is a fun destination.
Discover distinctive Old West shopping when you visit the Pickle Barrel Trading Post.
– 1st sentence that appears in a Google search
Manifestly untrue. I’m sure the Old West never had anything even remotely like the Pickle Barrel.
The variety of merchandise available is incredible!
– 2nd sentence that appears in a Google search
Completely true. I’m sure I’ve never seen anything remotely like the variety of merchandise that’s inside the Pickle Barrel. The Walrus’s many things.
Purses. Jewellery. Hats. Shirts. Belts. Belt buckles. Pottery. CDs. Books. Bookmarks. Vintage junque. Actual antiques. Deer hides. Beading supplies. Animal-head wall trophies. Paintings. Photographs. Mineral specimens. Painted rocks. Dream catchers. Toys. Puzzles. Playing cards. Woven baskets. Glassware. Copper ware. Knives. Throw rugs. Greeting cards. Leatherwork. Native American art. Interior decor not otherwise readily classifiable.
And outside? Exterior decor classifiable most easily by content: metal, wood, concrete, pottery. Metal: gazebos, trellises, wall art, and sculpture (marimba bands, scorpions, flowers, gazebos, roadrunners, Gambel’s quail families). Wood: mirror frames, benches. Concrete: turtles, ponds, sundials.
And my favourite: the flowerpots.
So far, I have not bought a flower pot. I think of the challenge of getting it home, in a vehicle already packed to the gunnels with stuff for our 3-month sojourn in the New Southwest. I remind myself that we are in divestment mode, not acquisition. I remember my father’s comment about souvenirs that speak so loudly of the place they’re from.
They look fine where they are.
I don’t know what they’d look like at home.
But mostly, I realize that although the pots look better than fine standing about in small groups, I don’t know what just one would look like at home.
And if just one would be tough to find room for in the back seat, a group would be impossible.
So, so far, I have not bought a flower pot.