I wasn't going to go. I wasn't going to spend any money this weekend. I was going to tackle some of the other projects that are distributed all over my house. But when the flea market beckons, you respond. (Besides, it was T's fault. He's looking for an old trimmer.) For me, the experience is as much about the unique characters that work and visit these things as it is the hunt.
Two weeks ago, I came upon a table of old trinkets. The booth was run by this older couple. As I was examining some old buckles and buttons, the elderly gentleman came over to tell me about them. How old they were. What they were used for. A lady's shoe buckle from back in the day. A buckle from a purse or bag. Then there was that moment of connection. I could see he admired the detail and functionality of these tiny treasures. He could see I did too. He dropped his price a bit, without prompting. Sold. Best 50 cents I ever spent.
Today, I found some awesome old earrings, a cool black button and some other colorful goodies that I'll recyle (along with some other older beads and bits) into some amazing, one of a kind bracelets or pins.
Two weeks ago, I came upon a table of old trinkets. The booth was run by this older couple. As I was examining some old buckles and buttons, the elderly gentleman came over to tell me about them. How old they were. What they were used for. A lady's shoe buckle from back in the day. A buckle from a purse or bag. Then there was that moment of connection. I could see he admired the detail and functionality of these tiny treasures. He could see I did too. He dropped his price a bit, without prompting. Sold. Best 50 cents I ever spent.
Today, I found some awesome old earrings, a cool black button and some other colorful goodies that I'll recyle (along with some other older beads and bits) into some amazing, one of a kind bracelets or pins.
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