If not for the flea market and other houses of treasure, life would feel just a little dim.
I know some of you agree.
There’s just nothing like it.
When Hauler 2 pulls into the parking lot of one of my favorite flea markets,
at around 7:30 am,
with my cup of Chick Fil A coffee and my cart,
I feel like Christopher Columbus and Amelia Earhart all rolled into one.
And then I start to smile and relax.
It is the hunt.
It is the possibility in it all.
It is the unknown.
It is the greetings of the vendors as I walk by ( “Buenas dias, senora”).
It is the fun.
Sources for the photo above: L-R
purple flower in white ceramic vase- flea market
pair of blue and white ginger jar vases- Ross
brass conch shell- flea market
David bust, spray painted white- Basket Alley, Laredo, Texas
brass lamp- flea market
black lampshade- Lowe’s
Carolyne Roehm’s A Passion for Blue and White- a gift from my daughter Katherine
House and Garden Best in Decoration- Half Price Books, Dallas, Texas
small buffet- flea market