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Willy and I have frequented the Rose Bowl on several occasions. In fact, before we moved and sold nearly all of our furniture, we had a garage of stuff we passed at some point at the flea market and just couldn’t say no to. We always said it’d be fun to get a spot at the Rose Bowl and sell some of the stuff we just didn’t have need or room for. And then we made our t-shirts and decided that that, too, would be fun to sell. So we bought a spot.
We left the house at 4:45am and arrived about 6:15am with eager anticipation. We got set up and cuddled under blankets we luckily had in the car, unaware of just how cold 45 degrees feels with sandals on. It was an ominous start, sitting there in the cold with what felt like hardly any shoppers. We waited for quite a while before we got our first sell. It picked up eventually and we sold a lot of the stuff that had filled our garage; an old vintage kid’s school desk, a roadrunner sting art piece, a vintage rug, a wooden crate I hadn’t intended to sell but Willy sold while I was out doing my own shopping, and a few t-shirts.
The highlight of the day was all the friends that stopped by and hung out. We both said that was the best part.
Not sure we’ll do it again, as we didn’t sell quite as much as we had hoped for. Not to mention it’s a lot of work. But what I would like to do is to get our shirts sold in more stores, either brick and mortar or online. So if anyone has any suggestions — places you think our shirts would be a good fit, let me know. Thanks guys.
My days of trinketing and tasketing are so limited these days. To drag the kids into a Salvation Army is more work than it’s worth. If we go to the Rose Bowl Flea Market, we have to arrange for someone to watch Hooper since it’s during his nap time and then we bring Van since he never strays too far away from my tits. What I’m trying to say is that thrifting, or even going to the grocery store for that matter, can be a production.
We went to the Rose Bowl last month anyway and even dragged Hoop along. He did well bypassing his nap, which is always a gamble. He started to lose his cool toward the end but by then our feet are hurting anyway and we’re usually looking for an excuse to skip a few rows. Here’s what we came away with: A. I’m in love with this sweater for the boys. I think it will look stellar with some black leggings and little moccasins + B. Lions and tigers and bears, Oh My! Hooper loves these little animal figurines. For a buck, how can I say no? We washed them when we got home, because, gross + C. Grateful Dead Record. I must have played this 4x yesterday. It makes doing the dishes and cleaning up discarded food that Van threw off the table and Sarah rejected more fun + D & E. That cute peter pan collared dress and adorable frog counting book came from the Sweet Threads booth. I can’t leave the Rose Bowl without buying something there, they always have the best kiddo stuff. The dress is for Carla + F. Holy fu$k, something for me?! My cheeks are blushing. It’s a little woven purse and I like it. I like it a lot.
Feel free to share a link to your recent thrifted finds. Always fun to see what treasures others find!
