A and I went to a gigantic flea market this weekend in an effort to get out of the house, walk around, and not spend money.I hadn't been to this particular place in at least 15 years - at which time I was uber-psyched to go home with an "authentically-signed" Isiah Thomas framed poster. (I swear it was my absolute most prized possession for at least three years...)
Anyway, it was a little less glamourous than I remembered. I mean, aside from the posh goose wardrobe line, the poufy sports jackets, the guns and the hordes of "designer" purses, I was a little disappointed.
Plus, I couldn't get over the fact that dog breeders cage up their pups and sell them there. Seemed so wrong that A and I nearly went home with another rascal.
All in all, I'm pretty sure I won't need to frequent that market for at least another 15 years.
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My Husband is a huge fan of flea markets and antique stores. I mean HUGE! I frankily can't stand them.
I think maybe it is b/c I just don't like the browsing part of shopping in the first place, I usually go in with a game plan on knowing exactly what I want, where I can find, and getting it and getting out as soon as possible.
So when I have to go to these places with my husband and I am forced to look around at every little knick knack my boredom meter fills up pretty darn quick. Granted I think there are some cool things sometimes, but I don't need to look at everything and examin things like my husband does.
To me, these places are just not my idea of fun. Of course maybe it is just b/c I go with my husband :)
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