The Scene - San Diego's Common Goods Urban Market

If there is one thing I enjoy most about social media it is being in the know when it comes to random events.  Considering that I was looking for a distraction from what I should have been doing on Saturday it really should come as no surprise that I was ecstatic when a flyer advertising local indie goods appeared on my Facebook page.

It was so entirely compelling that I had no choice but to get in the car and shuttle myself to the urban market advertised with red text and miniature iconography.

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Let’s be honest, I was looking for an excuse not to be on my hands and knees laying sticky backed vinyl flooring in my kitchen or sweeping yet another hair ball from the corner of my now clean (not for long) office.  Not to mention you all know my love for the hand made.  To put it simply, it was like the organizers of the Common Goods Urban Market were channeling my inner thoughts.

Creepy.

It came down to this, Warby Parker, an eyeglass company known mostly for their commitment to inexpensive yet great looking eyewear, parked a yellow school bus turned showroom on wheels, in a parking lot located in what we here in San Diego have affectionately come to know as The Barrio and surrounded it with a pop-up shop of local, independent artists and boutiques as well as great handcrafted food, a band (who I swear never actually played) and a number of artisans live-producing works for an audience of young hipster-esque types.  And me.  In my tight blue skinny pants.

How could I not come right?  You did hear my note about the school bus right?  Center stage.  A big yellow bus.  With shelves displaying an endless supply of frames that would be as equally at home on my Pinterest page as they would the Great Gatsby.  I might have committed myself to a deep blue pair of rectangular spectacles just so that I might stay on board for a few more moments.  Or maybe it was the rather attractive salesperson. 

A girl never tells.

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My friends from the NorthPark boutique Pigment had decided to join in the party, bringing along their succulent gardens.  I’ve always been a fan of their in-house succulent bar quite simply because my very-far-from-green-thumb hasn’t quite yet found out the secret combination to killing these Southern California natives (the plants not the people from Pigment).  I nearly took home a hanging bauble turned terrarium but I do delight in making my own in their shop.  It’s like therapy without the judgmental person in a chair.

Now…. You know how I am when it comes to lighting.  Think over-budget bride at a Filene’s yearly dress sale.  Crazy right?  I think the very well dressed gang at Typewriter Boneyard just didn’t see me coming.  A squeal and a ginormous smile erupted as a barreled across the Hipster strewn parking lot towards the vintage lighting featuring the ubiquitous carbon filament bulb.  I believe I might have been more enthralled about Philip’s quickly thrown together lamp display than his actual lighting creations though I could see tucking one of his book lights into any vintage display cabinet.  Something about the combination of a vintage Edison lamp and a book no one has read in decades gives new meaning to the term book light.  Not to mention, having a local source for the ever so popular filament lamp is a treasure trove in and of itself.

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I might have drooled a little.  Sorry Philip.

In the end I wished I’d had a bit more time.  I might have been a bit busy watching (and annoying) Neapolitan Clothing while they screen printed me the little icons from the flyer onto an organic cotton t-shirt.  And fawning over Valentine’s Day cards from local printer Sable and Snow.  Or sticking my nose into the pure soy and lavender candles from Mr. B’s Luminaries.

I was on a bit of an overload.

I couldn’t help it.

Whatever.

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Common Goods Urban Market | Benefiting Invisible Children

DCoopMedia was not compensated for this post.  In fact, I spent money to even be at the event. 
And that’s the opposite of being compensated.