When in Canton

Do you ever wake up on a Monday morning and wish the weekend was still happening?
Nahhh, that’s crazy talk.

I’m just back from another fun-and-food-filled weekend adventure in Canton, Texas with Mom and Aunt Linda. If you’re not familiar (come visit me, I’ll take you there), Canton is a city about an hour east of Dallas that hosts a GINORMOUS monthly flea market-style shopping weekend. We’re talking 100k shoppers per weekend and 100 acres of junk  vintage treasures just waiting to be discovered.
AKA Heaven.


Thanks, Google.


Canton is one of my favorite places on the planet, partly because I have a shopping addiction enjoy the occasional bargain-hunting excursion and partly because it’s always a girls’ weekend with two of my most favorite people. We stay at the Bluebird RV Park and they are SO NICE TO US even when Aunt Linda’s RV is having a diva moment and we need help turning off the carbon monoxide alarm, finding the power fuse (which looked NOTHING LIKE the picture in the owner’s manual) or hooking up running water.

Anyway, go to Canton and stay at the Bluebird RV Park. Tell Rhonda that Linda, Jeri and Lindsay with the popcorn, beer and questionable RV aptitude sent you.

In the end I came home with some awesome vintage suitcases to stack and make into a manly(ish) side table for Andy, my very favorite handmade soaps and some exciting new hand creams and all kinds of other treasures.



Bluebird RV Park, our Canton home away from home



We got it totally level and set everything up perfectly this time. Except the water, but who needs water anyway? Damn trailer manufacturer. WE’RE COMING FOR YOU, ROCKWOOD.


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Hashtag selfie, guys!



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Sorry I don’t have any pics of Aunt Linda, just this eskimo and my mom.



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I am a child.



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It’s still funny.



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Phallic food was apparently the overarching theme of our weekend.




This is Max, Aunt Linda’s one-eyed teacup Yorkie. He lost his eye during some intense and kinky Yorkie mating games. Not at Canton though, that happened a long time ago. I just thought it was important to tell you why he only has one eye.
….Because I am a child.


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One-Eyed Max was shivering so we multitasked with some snuggle-shopping and then I stole him from Aunt Linda. Don’t tell her, okay?



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Spoiler alert: it didn’t fit.


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Who doesn’t need a non-functional windmill?



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Mom “really needed” this. That’s cool, I didn’t “really need” a place to sit in the Tahoe or anything.



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Ummm, no thanks Raggedy Ann and Andy, I don’t need to go that bad.



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These twin clown dolls may or may not murder your family and eat your soul.


And then on the way home Max had diarrhea in the car and we pulled over at the only site of intelligent life for miles and miles and miles – a liquor barn – and then some shady guys in trucks came in right as we were leaving and basically we narrowly escaped being murdered as drug deal witnesses.
All in a weekend’s work.

Happy Monday, y’all.
-The Wife in Training



  • Reply April 7, 2014


    Oh my gosh… there is so much phallic food here!!! And those clown dolls are creepy and I would like suitcase side tables PLEASE. plus you’re like really pretty and I want your hair.

  • Reply April 8, 2014

    Jeri Landgraf

    Love this post! Love Canton! Love Bluebird RV park! Love Max! Love Aunt Linda! Love YOU!

  • Reply April 8, 2014


    you people scare me when you’re out of town! Love you all!

  • Reply April 10, 2014


    Also… sooo…many…phallic…foods…

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