My guy and I decided to walk the local flea market so we could look for a brush attachment that would fit our weird vacuum (and found it.) Along the way I saw this plant, growing out of an old plant stall the had to be 12 feet tall. The flowers look like carnations, but I think it's some kind of hibiscus.
Walking through the outdoor section is always fun because it's a true junker's paradise.
I hope Allen stopped before the centipede ate him.
Just when you think you've seen everything made into a quilt . . . .
Chains and old bottles. There's a paranormal story, right there.
Proof that anything can be made into man's image. Sort of.
I love old treadle tables, but my guy dragged me away before I bought it. Do you know they sell these in antique stores as bases for glass-topped tables? For like $500.00?
I've never been into signs, but it's always interesting to see what words other people hang on their walls.
I do love old blue mason jars, but since I own dozens I cannot buy any more. Anyway, it was a fun morning.
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