flea market finds – Hunting for Vintage

Sometimes It’s a Bust…

It was a cold but beautiful Saturday morning at our small, local flea market. My eldest daughter came along with

Vacations are lovely things, but eventually they end and Tuesday found me boarding a plane at 6:45 a.m. laden with

I am enjoying finding little things these days–smalls as they are known in the biz. Physically small, old, and generally

I love buying and selling things. But mostly I love hunting for them. It’s the adrenaline rush we all crave–spotting

I had been looking forward to Saturday’s local flea market since the last one a month ago! As flea markets

I woke up the other day (yeah…another day on this beautiful, crazy planet!) to find that three of my vintage