What I Saw at the Flea Market
By ej iamwhaleshark
I went to the Flea Market on Friday in the hopes of finding that one illusive thing that would make my life/yard/house perfect. Like perhaps a tall metal giraffe or a dozen welded goats or a large funky art sculpture or the perfect file cabinet for fifteen dollars or… I really didn’t have a ‘thing’ in mind. I was just hoping to find something that spoke to me.
It was hot and busy at 10am. I had to do lots of ducking and weaving through wandering cart pullers. You could tell right off the bat that I was not a professional Flea Market goer; I had no cart. I had no hat. I did not have a large fanny pack with a bottle of water attached. I wasn’t ready to push someone out of the way for a good deal. I did not meander from booth to booth, picking up each piece and squinting at it with my good eye. And I didn’t buy a single thing.
This is where Husband stands up and applauds my restraint in not bringing home the fifteen-foot pair of pink flamingos. To which I say, damn my tiny car.
I did, however, see marvels and random bizarre things I don’t understand right next to each other. The booths vacillated between bad garage sale and homemade well crafted furniture. Between metal sculpture alphabets and badly painted broken down dressers. And every other booth had lots and lots of animal skulls - with or without the fur or crosses in every form imaginable; painted, fashioned out of metal, etched into wood, made out of spoons or old fence posts. I’m not sure what there was more of, crosses or dead animals. As a woman raised by an atheist who saves spiders, it was a bit overwhelming.
I did pull out my phone and take a few pictures of what I saw at the Flea Market. Sadly I was too scared to take a picture of the wall of Bambi, but that probably a good thing. Who wants to see twenty-five mounted deer heads for sale in the same section as antique dressers and Steam Punk art? Well, that would be me but not enough to take a photo of it and risk the ire of the large men sitting in front of their kill.
Here is a small sampling of my day at the Flea Market. Note: no picture of the giant pink flamingos. I'm still hoping they will be coming home with me soon...
My name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me