Gin and Zilbertronic

on the recommendation of mr. waters, (whose opinions must be taken seriously on account of his incredible western-shirts and bolo ties) i headed with my friend bella to the texas pow-wow at trader’s village, an enormous flea market/bazaar about 20 minutes outside of downtown houston.  it was a junk-lover’s heaven, although i could have used a few more antiques.  there were a lot of knock-offs, electronics, shirts, and, as part of the pow-wow, a huge native american area where i picked up a cool anklet and some stickers (the lady who sold me the stickers sent me off, “these’ll be great for the little one.”).  bella got a sweet flute that had “musical flute” written on it in case you forgot what it was.  not to be rude, but the place lived up to many stereotypes about texas.  eccentric dress, some not-too-excited looks at an obama t-shirt on sale, terrific accents, fried everything, lots of flags and lots of cowboy hats.  the dance celebration was pretty cool, although it was hard to enjoy as we were trying out how we could successfuly eat a fry-bread taco without making a mess.  answer…we couldn’t…our plate flew away in the tumultuous process and we were left wrapping a quicky oil-ridden napkin around said delicious delicious taco.  my favorite dance was the very slow procession celebrating a 7-year old’s birthday, in which little kids ran up in front of the procession, put some money in a bucket, and shook the birthday boy’s hand, who never stopped dancing.

below you can see some of the dancers on display.  check out the judges in the middle of the circle.

me squinting with the fry bread taco.

a turtle shell attached to a deer leg.  why?  to make a fun maraca, thats why!  there was a lot of death on display at the pow-wow, including a frog skin into which a small wallet pocket had been sewn.  eeek.