It's that time again, just the favorite part of my month!! The flea market (le sigh)...
where I go in search of those imperfect unloved items that I just can't live without.
First... grab a waffle (& slather whipped cream on thighs)
It's all right, there will be lots of walking... along with more snacking
& the occasional bier of course
& the occasional bier of course
(no worries that it is 7am... if grandma over there can handle it, so can I).
now, time to shop & put the rosetta stone to good use.
As I ooh & ahh,
my Hubby's voice enters my head... where are you going to put that??
my Hubby's voice enters my head... where are you going to put that??
I'll find a place!! I mean who doesn't need an old rusty, broken-down motor scooter?? (you honestly don't know how many ways I had to talk myself out of that one...
I did however snag some of those enamel numbers!)
I did however snag some of those enamel numbers!)
ah my beloved green shutter...
see, you see peeling paint (quite possibly containing a bit of lead)
see, you see peeling paint (quite possibly containing a bit of lead)
and I see future headboard.
and okay, you don't have to tell me... I sorta have a sick obsession,
and this isn't even all of them...
and okay, you don't have to tell me... I sorta have a sick obsession,
and this isn't even all of them...
Oh Homburg Flea Market how I heart thee... tomorrow can't come soon enough.
So bundle up, it'll be a cold one, but I'll be there with bells on! See you there...
So bundle up, it'll be a cold one, but I'll be there with bells on! See you there...