Good Sign, Bad Sign

One of our Gypsy Sisters is Cheryl and she tapped me about selling out at the Santa Rosa Flea Market last Sunday and although I had way too much on my plate, I said yes because we always have fun and it was a last ditch effort to sell before Christmas. So I packed the car at 11 pm the night before, she showed up at 6 am and we rolled on. It seemed warmer at 6 am than it had been the night before. A good sign.

Got to the Flea, found our space and we finally figured out that the pickup truck parked in the middle of our spot was from the night before...not someone who had driven in that morning. A bad sign.  Found the gal running the Flea, got moved a couple of spots, made the move easily with the help of a couple of fellow sellers. A good sign.

The reason we had help was so those guys could pick as we brought stuff out of the car...after a few snarky-we-haven't-had-enough-coffee-let-us-unpack-our-shit answers, they took the hint and moved on. A good sign.  The sun was coming up and then we noticed that directly across from us was a dead seagull. Really? Someone said a cat had been responsible because they only eat the heads. Wh..Wh..What? A bad sign.  Cheryl told me to take a picture but it didn't appeal to me then and still doesn't now...except this blog posting has only one picture!

Day gets going and we notice that we are FREEZING. Native Californians...temp is under 50 and it might as well be minus 12 degrees. Another bad sign.  Not many sellers there...another bad sign.  Not many people out....bad, bad, bad.  Overall, it was a bust for us sellers so we went out shopping. Cheryl scored some nice stuff and I had to resist this bitchin' pair of lamps from the 50's cuz, well, I don't need them, but I loved them. They will haunt me.  My fun score of the day was this:

This Kodak Brownie  Hawkeye camera is exactly the one that we had as a family camera in the 50's - 60's until my Dad got his 35 mm Minolta. I loved using that thing. Not sure what ever happened to it but now I have one of my very own. I'm not sure I can sell it!  Probably not a good sign.

Sunday Monkey Food

Chris and I laugh about how addictive the treasure hunt is and we call it "feeding the monkey". So today I had the monkey on my back and headed to the local Flea Market for an hour before hitting Trader Joe's. Weird because yesterday I took my "just learning how to thrift" 19 year old with me out and about and we ended up in a thrift store but I just wasn't in the mood to shop---not even close. But today was different. It was freezing out (yes, under 55 degrees in California is freezing). A couple purchases were normal. Groovy vase, no? It was a deal and it's signed but I have yet to investigate, which is also part of the fun.  So the next pictures are of the lonesome or broken jewels that will end up being made into our vintage jewelry magnets...which is what started this whole dang thing. Found a gal who had a great jewelry treasure hunt area and I dove in.

But my final purchase of the day is probably my most fav and I just couldn't resist it. I'm not sure why...it's really not my style but I knew I would regret it if I walked away. It's kooky and clubby enough that I know I can find someone in the universe who will LOVE it too. I almost bet it will become our most treasured Etsy item once I get it up there.  I loved it enough to buy it but I don't love it enough to keep it because I live with my hubby and 2 boys (19 and 22) and I just won't be able to stomach all the lesbo jokes that will come at me day and night if I keep this darn thing.

Pretty great in a weird way isn't it? You know you love it. It's small...about 15" tall. Not sure if it works yet--figure I'll save blowing out all the electricity in the house until AFTER Sunday football. I'm considerate like that. Feed the monkey.