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.
