i used to be scared of these kind of stores, clothes covered in moth balls and weird diseases, that kind of stuff, until i went in to one not too long ago. the amount of treasures were endless. you did have to do some digging through some junk to find them but there, amongst everything else, were beautiful things just begging to be loved again.
sunday i was dying to go to a flea market. i had the vintage blues and was longing to find some good stuff. i searched for some flea markets online and found several. after a bit of convincing, on camden's part, we made the trek out to the most promising one.
the first one was about a 45 minute drive from our house and turned out to be a complete bust. we arrived to an empty lot totally deserted except for a few semi trucks for who knows what. i thought for sure this must be some sort of crazy mistake. we called the number listed on the site only to get a "we're sorry. the number you are trying to dial is no longer in service. please hang up and try again." i wasn't ready to give up, so search again we did.
second time around, i tried a new website. luckily, i found one five minutes away from the location we were currently at and this one looked even more promising that the last - goody goody gum drops! we arrived only to find another empty lot. 'how could this be, was this someones idea of a cruel joke?' i re-examined the website to find that july 1st was not an actual listed date for this flea market and the next date was actually july 8th, oops. slightly discouraged i searched online for a flea market just this one last time and found one in a location i was
a little a lot unsure about. - but we i couldn't give up just yet, after all our trouble.
round three and 20 minutes later, we arrived at the third location and found what seemed to be a flea market. now 100 degrees outside, i hoped it would be good. sadly it would have been better for an empty lot to have found us again, for what we did find was a terrible excuse for a flea market. sitting in big mounds, at almost every booth, were grungy, slightly used and broken things and quite possibly stolen items instead of the beautiful vintage ones i was hoping to find. camden not wanting to leave as quickly as i did (we did in fact pay a whole dollar each to get in), we decided to drag our feet a little longer, along the dirt paths in the blazing heat of the day. sadly, if you can believe it, it only got more sketchy and scary as we went along. after walking through all the rows, we practically ran out of this so called flea market. never again my friends, never again.
what a bust. i needed something comforting and needed it quick. i was about to have a flea market heart attack! after stoping off at whole foods for a bit of gelato (mmmm gelato . . ), we stopped in at savers and bought all the vintage lovelies in sight, really splurged i mean. it cost me a whole $12.95 and even better i had quite a lot to show for it too.
thank you savers for "saving" my life!
:: a few pictures of our heavenly relief ::
happy 4th everyone!!!