We spent the morning at Kobey's swap meet, the local flea market at the Sports Arena, it's the biggest one in the area and is quite eclectic. It's mostly a mix of new stuff, garage sale/junky stuff, and those few vendors who have a consistant mix of good old stuff. Unfortunately the people with the good stuff tend to be more expensive, but I value their collections and they are the best to talk to about the history of brilliant objects (like glass bulbs of water meant to be thrown on out of control fires, so cool). While my husband roots around the vinyl records, I love to sift through the junk looking for anything that piques my interest, which lately has been anything I can stick a succulent into.
some random lovelies I picked up for my succulents
It seems as if every time I go to the flea market (which is almost every weekend) I pick up something amazing. Something that I do not need...at all...not even in the slightest. This week it's an old school hanging scoop scale used for who knows what. I'm obsessed and one of these days when I have the place for it, it will be my fruit bowl...someday. Sigh. I talked the man down considerably and that always leaves me with a sense of satisfaction and makes me bond with the junk even more. Again I sigh, where will I put it all?
our curious frenchie, Pickett