So off I went on Sunday. The market was fun! Bustling with cheery folks..and their dogs.
Can't you just see it: ''Hey, baby, wanna go to the flea market?'' Killer the famous fatly adorable pug slowly raises an eyelid. "Snort.'' [= ''NFW, man.'']. "Oh c'mon, it'll be fun! Reeeally. There's like, you know, hotdogs?" Killy leaps up and waddles to the door. And off we'd go to the flea.
Meanwhile, though I saw I good stuff, my current attempts to spring clean and declutter put me in a non-buying mood. [internet photos --- just to give you an idea of the stuff...]
What I didn't buy: the four small c. 1820 Staffordshire plates the guy has for me.
a Kate Greenaway doll dish. Two bucks tagged, what was I thinking?I love KG even more than Beatrix Potter, I think.
a Wedgwood Etruscanware small milk pitcher, pint...cream with PINK raised motifs. Adorable. [the familiar matte ground kind is reversed, color with white Grecian ladies: 'Jasperware']...
A rare purple transferware milk jug, pint, ''The Duchess"..old and the purple was SO cool.
Just for color....
Mason jars with original white milk glass lid inserts.
An unusual Mason jar, tinted green, with rusty wire bail, crosshatched textured pattern. English?
a printer's case full of the old type letters, many sizes.
a neat wooden carrying box, toolbox with center handle and row of pegs along one edge , Perfect for spools of thread and if lined, for sewing projects.
We also didn't get a hotdog..and Killy is just a sweet and charming ghost now. I still miss him, April 30 is 4 years since he passed on to that rainbow bridge.
~ Isla Paschal Richardson''Grieve not
nor speak of me with tears
but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you
I loved you so . . .
'twas heaven here with you.''
Used to be, once was, what might have been...
......gone to the beach.
Photos from EBay, Google Images, and ICanHasCheezeburger.com www.icanhascheezeburger.com