Thursday, March 15, 2012

Flea Market Spring

from publicdomainpictures.net.
I like junk. I like stuff people throw away (especially lamps, as we know). I've been known to bring home the stuff rejected at farm auctions because I feel sorry for it. Family members shake their heads and hope the neighbors don't notice, much.

'Tis the season, as Spring warms up. Anyone ready to get to a flea market?

A garage sale? Shed sale? Auction? What I euphemistically refer to as curbside shopping?
I'm getting itchy for it. The good news is my itch is going to get scratched.

My sister's coming for a visit in May, and we're hitting a GIANT flea market that only meets twice a year. Friend Kristy is coming along too, and we hope three women can fit a day's worth of egging each other on and resulting junk inspiration into one minivan. If we can wedge some margaritas and chocolate into the weekend too, I'll be likely to consider it the best day of 2012.

My sister Dyan and I get ourselves into this kind of trouble nearly everywhere we go. The evidence, from a 2010 trip:

Why Mr. Tophat Crow did not come home with me is a question I'm still asking myself.
The vignette there above is just a little corner of the paradise that is Emma's Museum of Junk in Jasper, Arkansas, a place Dyan and I love with all our hearts. Of course, Emma's Museum is a big part of that. Part musty books and stacks of old ashtrays, part vinyl records and what our old Missouri kinfolk would call "purty deeshes," Emma's is just a grand place for sorting through both the oddity and the grace of previous lives. It's the kind of place we lose ourselves in.

Of course this blog post is a preview and a promise to document whatever we drag home. Me, I have a hard time leaving behind ceramic chickens, enamel ware pans and pails, avocado green anything, lamps, costume jewelry, vintage postcards, and the previously mentioned and occasional cross-eyed sad little objects. Dyan loves anything with a bird on it (so shove it, Portlandia), animal and nature themed objects, things with apples, and old books. I'm also looking for a few things to dude up the screen porch and patio.

This, my friends, is gonna be fun.

4 comments:

  1. That's gonna be a blast! I'm also known for bringing home things that I feel sorry for. And if they have badly painted eyes or mouths, then they're pretty much guaranteed a ticket on my crazy train towards home.

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    1. Does it ever make you wonder? Did ANYONE love this thing? Who bought it the first time? Did they love it? What were they thinking? Or was it just a spite gift from someone else? I love that it's this funny little history mystery, all rolled up into one quirky object.

      We cannot wait for May. My sister and I are doing little girls squeals about it!

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  2. Can't wait for May! And we have to get back to Arkansas in the fall. :)

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  3. I love to go to those kind of places with MY sister, too! Hope you two have a blast and find many wonderful (but inexpensive) treasures! :)

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