With only a few hours left until the Thanksgiving Day holiday, I thought a trip to the Raleigh Farmer’s Market might be the ideal place to find some of dinner’s key ingredients. As I entered the first of a series of open air shelters, the light was low and just beginning to creep into the long cavernous arcade. The air was quite brisk, even for North Carolina. There wasn’t the usual sauntering of curious patrons; but instead, a sense of purpose and determination prevailed in the majority of the shoppers. The “big day” was nigh and a mission had to be accomplished.
Although I would never consider myself a master of the kitchen, there is something quite exhilarating about seeing the mounds of fresh produce, vegetation, crafts, and other assorted sundries placed before you. As a designer, it might be the colors, shapes, and textures that spark intrigue. Or maybe, it is the bit of nostalgia that makes this experience different from going to the local grocery store or the behemoth Costco.
Soon, sunlight began to highlight select produce as if it was angelic or choice in some way. The colors of the apples, peppers, and pansies commenced to glisten. As I studied this bountiful harvest before me, I began to realize what makes this experience dissimilar to a grocery store jaunt. In most cases, the individual selling the produce or craft is responsible for its production. One can quickly sense a bit of pride attached to what lays before you.
Much like the furnishings offered by VALOR American Home, where each item is made by an artisan explicitly for the customer, the goods before me were the result of many hours of effort and toil by these artisans and purveyors of produce. When a face and hand are assigned to a product, the result can be quite satisfying.
As I purchased my selections, I could sense that I was a part of something much larger than myself. Acquisitions, here, supported the skills, livelihood and dreams of fellow Americans----just like VALOR American Home.
This was a Moment in America.
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