One day, a couple of weeks ago, I got this crazy idea firmly planted into my head that I needed to fill a clear glass container with a set of billiard balls. The balls couldn't just be any set of billiard balls though, they needed to be a set from an antique store or flea market. I wanted them to be faded and worn with dents and bumps and the residue of chalk.
I did a little bit of research on Etsy and Craigslist, but I did not find any promising leads, plus I really wanted to scavenge to find the perfect set. Just days after Jambo's hospital stint, we plotted out our route to hit up the four antique stores that the Boro has to offer. Jambo may have been on his death bed just days prior, but I was hell bent on making this vision become a reality. I needed vintage billiard balls in a class container, displayed on somewhere in my bedroom. Please do not question my rationale or reasoning.
Unbeknownst to me, Murfreesboro actually has incredible antique stores. Since there isn't much else to do there, Jambo and I have begun frequenting these shops whenever I have to fulfill a crazy, off the wall whim.
So I loaded Jambo up, insulin and all, we were off! I was on a mission and there would be no stopping me.
We entered the first shop, and I was immediately blindsided/incredibly distracted by the room full of amazing vintage Christmas things. Glass ornaments, silver tinsel trees, bottlebrush trees, Putz village pieces, winking Santa mugs, red and gold punch bowls with etched holly trims. There was just so much to look at, lust over, and wish for. I wanted all of it, every single thing. Jambo had to quickly reel me back in before I whipped out the Visa card and went on a charging frenzy. After all, Christmas is over with and we needed to find pool balls, not holiday decorations.
I was scouring every corner of the shop. Like most antique stores, there wasn't any rhyme or reason as to how things were merchandised. My set of balls could easily be tucked alongside some mint in the box Holiday Barbie dolls or the iced tea pitcher and tumbler set that is straight off the set of The Help. I was completely in the trenches looking through every nook and cranny, and double checking to make sure I hadn't missed anything. Jambo probably thought I was a lunatic, but suddenly he let out the most delighted squeal. There's nothing like a big black man squealing like an Asian school girl at a Hello Kitty convention. He had stumbled into a cabinet - literally stumbled into it as antique stores are packed full and Jambo is a big guy- and on the bottom shelf was a box of the most perfect pool balls. They were exactly what I had been hoping for. The whites had faded to a pale yellow, the colors were vibrant but aged, and there were specks of blue chalk dust from games played. Score!
Box 'em up, I was sold!
However, there was one small hitch. The 8 ball was missing. I knew I had gotten too lucky by finding a set in the first store I had ventured into. Now came the decision making. Do I buy an almost complete set with the hopes I would be able to find a lone 8 ball? These balls were being sold individually, so surely somewhere out there an 8 ball would be sold singly? But who bought just the 8 ball, what does one do with just one 8 ball? So many questions were rushing through my mind, but I needed to think fast. I opted to purchase the almost complete set and would take my chances.
Jambo and left the store and headed on, this mission was not yet complete. Plus, I still needed a container, bucket, or jar to display them all in.
Just as luck would have it, there was another antique store tucked right behind the first one. I didn't bother asking the sales associate if she knew of an 8 ball on the property, I wanted to find it for myself. Once again I went to stealth mode. I was scouring, scavenging, and hunting. This time I wouldn't let any Christmas decor distract my focus.
After just minutes I heard yet another delighted squeal. Jambo's luck struck again, and he had found an 8 ball! Sitting amongst fishing lures was one 8 ball and one cue ball. Well I already had a cue, I just needed the 8. I tracked the sales associate back down so she could unlock the display case for me, and she was quite full of questions. What would I do with just one 8 ball, and why didn't I want the cue ball too?
Well lady, don't worry about it, and why are you selling just one 8 ball and one cue ball in the first place?!
I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, my set would soon be complete, and it only took about 40 minutes total. The inquisitive broad had to call her manager to see how much she could even sell the 8 ball for because there wasn't a price on it. I told her that I had just bought an entire set for $1.50 a ball from the shop next door, and as it turned out, both shops are owned by the same person anyway. This 8 ball should only be $1.50 too! Suddenly this felt like a pyramid scheme. After what seemed like hours, she said she could sell the ball for $5.
$5.00 whole dollars for ONE ball!? Highway robbery.
I needed this 8 ball and I had been far too lucky to find it so quickly. I didn't even bother to haggle, and being the gentleman that he is, Jambo foot the bill.
A box of balls.
With his hawk eye precision, Jambo found the coveted treasures in no time. To add to that, he didn't seem to have much of a problem being dragged along on my quest for such a ridiculous item.
I figured finding the set of balls would be the difficult part and that I wouldn't have much of an issue finding the container to display them in. Boy, was I wrong. My lack of being able to estimate the volume of a jar coupled with my inability to accurately determine just how large of an opening was necessary for a billiard ball to pass through made for quite a wild goose chase.
Jambo and I searched through the remaining two antique stores, as well as Pier One, World Market, Target, TJ Maxx and Marshall's to find the right size and shape. After several purchases, trials, returns, and exchanges, I was finally able to find an apothecary style canister that worked perfectly! It took just over a half an hour to find the balls but took about 2 hours to find the holder. Then it was onto the really difficult part; arranging the balls just right so that not too many solids or stripes were together, and so that the solid and its corresponding stripe weren't touching, and even so that not too many warm or cool colors had ganged up... after another hour or so, the vision in my head was now a reality.
Jambo was a trooper. He trekked around with me to find some vintage billiard balls that hold no significance beyond just my wanting them, just days after a serious health scare, and frankly I won on the snap.
The finished product.