Maggie stopped by yesterday and invited me to join her on a hunting expedition. We headed off to the Stormville flea market, an hour away through the Hudson Valley forest and farmlands. Certainly my kind of perfect adventure. Hers too. Like her sister, Erin, this baby was bitten by the flea-bug when she was too young to shoo it away. In fact, she started shopping estate sales before she was 2 years old. We almost never shop at the mall together, but haunt every Salvation Army, Goodwill, thrift and church sale within range. And the occasional flea market.
A gorgeous Indian summer day. Acres of beautiful, dusty junk remnants languishing at the end of a two-day sale. Best time for bargains.
$20.00 porch bench (perfect vintage green) for a coffee table in her new apartment....
and a sun-streaked farmstand on the way out.
Look out, great stuff...we're always huntin' for ya. Sometimes I think it's what we live on. (And I'm not talking about the tomatoes.) xoC