A Trinket, A Tasket
We hit up a local flea market the other weekend and came home with some awesome finds, mostly for Hooper and Van, of course. Here’s some of what we picked up:
A slew of vintage clothes. I refuse, by the way, to pay more than $5 for any piece of children’s clothing. I drive a hard bargain, but I usually end up with what I want.
These silly stuffed animals, two for $3.
Vintage Nike sneakers, $8 and high-top Converse, $5.
Vintage potholder and kitchen towel, $5.
Vintage Golden Books, $2 for both.
And a couple records, because we rarely leave anywhere without a few.
A Trinket, A Tasket
The other weekend I had the pleasure of escorting myself to a local flea market, where I had a glorious time. Here are my finds:
I am in love with that little vintage pillow. I got the whole back story about where it came from too, which is always a bonus. The back has lots of stains, so I’ll be asking my lovely mother to take it apart and add new fabric to the back (note to self: learn how to sew). I also bought some trim to add along the edges. I’ll be sure to share the final product. I found that gorgeous turquoise ring within steps from the entrance and I snatched it up instantly. Sure, it’s already broke but when I repair it and give it another life, it will be making my long skinny fingers look gorgeous all over again. And perhaps my biggest splurge was on that danish bed set. But isn’t it perfect? I missed it the first time I walked down the aisle and happened to be strolling back that way and boy am I glad I did. It’s about the same as I was planning to spend on a new twin bed and it’s larger and will last Hooper throughout his childhood. It’s stamped by the Furniture Guild of California. The man that sold it to me was as sweet as could be and even brought it out to my car and loaded it for me. I repaid him with a fresh squeezed orange juice. It was a good day.
A Trinket, A Tasket
What happens when your husband watches your toddler, your best friend is in town, and it’s Sunday (AKA flea market extravaganza)? You come away with some treasures, that’s what. Here’s what I collected. And please note, not one thing is for me. Oh the joys of motherhood. Who is this selfless person Hooper calls his mom? I hardly know her.