“Sunny… It’s going to be a good weekend to hit the flea market…”
I was telling myself that for at least a week straight. But can I admit something here and now?
I love the thrill of the hunt!
But the early morning wake up? Not so much.
He’s right of course. I’ve been there that early (in my younger days) and lemme tell ya, what you end up with, you get the major stink eye from shoppers because they want whatever it is you just grabbed.
Pure envy in the most beautiful flea market way possible.
So, I forced myself out of bed Sunday AM, in preparation for The Olde Farmhouse Vintage Market.
I didn’t arrive while trucks were being unloaded by a long shot, but I think I did ok regardless!
I 1000000% adore everything I picked up! And that’s my rule. I must want it in my house. Because that way, shoppers get the full fledged funky junk experience.
But there’s more… I’ll be all too happy to bring it back home with me to play with should it not sell. 🙂
So I was shopping along, picking up this and that when…
And that’s when the vendor of the trunk chatted it up with me.
He saw my reaction to the trunk, (not sure if it was the giggling or me hugging it… how transparent am I?) but didn’t gouge me on price. He told me he was waiting for the right person to come along. He’d turned down every high priced dealer in the AM.
He wanted it to have a ‘real’ home, vs. landing in the next flea market booth for a higher price.
While I was still
petting admiring it, I felt guilt. And confessed.
“I’m actually here buying for a vintage market I’m in next month… but I gotta tell ya, I don’t feel I can part with this one. I LOVE it. The colour, the size, the everything. It’s me written all over it!”
Boy did this guy nail the likes of me. And it sure would look sweet with castors underneath with my feet on top of it in the living room…
And the ammunition box? I needed that cutie pie in my life so I could build one!
The trunk salesman had me wanting more out of the day than just finds. I wanted the stories rather than the mad dash and grab.
Not every cool old relic came with a story, but I admit I lingered at one table longer than the others.
This krout cutter was part of a collection from a seller’s mom’s own kitchen. It was time to let stuff go, because they were simply out of room. And he told me how his mom use to use this, among many other things on his table.
When you stop and listen to the stories, it changes things.
Yes, I want them more. Like I need the enticement.
That’s when I knew I’d better quit getting so personal and start looking at them as objects for sale again, unless I wanted to end up with everything I bought!
Tell me those casserole dishes aren’t adorable… and that Blue Ribbon baking powder tin is HUGE.
Can you relate? Do you find it hard letting go of cool stuff too? Which one is your fav piece?