For all the years I've lived here, I've not once journeyed to a flea market and because of this woman's excitement I knew that I needed to go. So, I marked my calendar, told my family that I was going and invited them to join me. No takers for some reason.
Saturday arrived and with cup of coffee in hand off I went. With a few minor speed bumps with map directions, I finally arrived at my destination. Adrenaline pumping I found a close parking spot, hopped out and walked fast to find all those "vintage type of deals" that my copper pan lady told me existed.
My second stop. Amusing to say the least. Definitely not vintage.
Maybe a deal?
And, these I viewed next. Not vintage but more amusement. Where are all those great "vintage-y" deals? I kept going as I "surveyed" the lay of the land.