Farmers Market

After nearly meeting my maker via green beans, I took my dirty, sweaty, stinky butt to the farmers market.  I figured, they're farmers, they're used to sweat...and I don't really care.

I informed my Mother of this, and she nearly passed out.  I believe her response was, "You went dirty?  In public?  Lord, you would have sooner died than do that 5 years ago!".  Sadly, she is quite correct.  No secret...I was VERY high maintenance.  But, I'm less with each passing day, thankfully.

I got there around 11:15, so all the fresh eggs were gone.  That's really what I was going for, but only because I'm too scared to knock on the door of the people who have the cute vintage "FRESH EGGS" sign in their yard.  I'm going to do it soon though!  Part of this whole process is to become more of a producer and less of a consumer.  But, until I raise my own chickens, I would rather support the local farmer than Wal-Mart.  Do you call people who keep chickens farmers?  Hmm.  

Here's what I did get...

 

Pretty potato vine for my Mom, 2 Texas grown tomatoes from a man in overalls and a bear of local honey.  I'm allergic to bees, so I don't thinking bee keeping is on my homestead list of dream activities, but I do think it's beneficial to use local honey.  This guy is only about 5 miles from our house, so that's close enough for me.

What are your favorite items to pick up at the Farmers Market? 

The Point of No Return

While hitting Wal-Mart for herb seeds, a few pots, bell pepper plant, and some price matching produce steals (if you don't get the Aldi ad, you should look into it...crazy cheap produce), I ran across this atrocity...



That's right, for only $9.88 you can now buy a device to wash your feet for you.  Now, don't get me wrong, I know there are people out there that legitimately cannot wash their feet due to medical reasons.  This clearly isn't marked to those individuals.  This is marketed to a horrifically lazy society that cannot seem to muster up the strength or will to bend over and wash their own dang feet.  I stood in front of the display and just said "SERIOUSLY!?".  Thankfully, the lady working the "please sign up for a Wal-Mart credit card" booth agreed.  Mom just stood there and laughed at me.

Clearly we're dealing with some scary stuff here.  How far until we, as a society, reach the point of no return?  It frightens me to think of how many people dropped $14.99 (plus shipping) to make this so popular on TV that it was then mass produced and moved to a Wal-Mart shelf? 

This further proves my point and validates my conviction...not all "progress" is forward motion.

As you ponder...I leave you with this: