Despite hearing dire predictions about the weather, Karla and I headed to the semi annual flea market in Sparks on Thursday. It's been hot and humid for almost two weeks, but was supposed to cool down to the 80's on Thursday, and we thought we could handle the heat.
We got to the flea market a little after 8 am, and it was muggy but overcast. We poked along until about 11am when the sun came, and combined with the humidity, it was the next 15 minutes walking back to the car that made me think I was going to die.
When the heat and humidity are so oppresive that you've lost your will to make the effort to dig in your pocket for money to buy something, it's time to leave.
We were both happy with what we did get in those three hours of shopping. One of my favorite finds was the old steamer trunk drawer in the first picture. I love the fabric on the inside- even though when I first saw it, it was full of rusty flue covers.
The big book with the bird is a scrap album. It's full of pretty pages like this one.
I can't decide if I should leave the pictures and cards in the album, or take them out and use them.
It turned into kind of a red white and blue day. An old plastic red, white and blue pin, I'd guess it's World War II era; a celluloid bodkin and a damask red white and blue towel. Throw in some blue typewriter ribbon tins and I'm feeling very patriotic.
It was a good day for ribbon tins- and for tintype frames. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with them, but I love their patina and the pretty embossed edges.
Everything is sitting on a 1911 ledger kept by a horse breeder, or a someone who ran a place where horses could be boarded. A few of the pages have descriptions of the actual horses like this one named "Ginnie".
Other favorite finds: "A Runaway Brig" book who's cover reminds me of the Aesthetic movement transferware that I like so much; a celluloid covered prayer book; an old deco style hard plastic watch box.
It's not really a successful flea market trip if you don't come home with some blingy jewelry...
...and a bunch of broken rhinestone jewelry to paw through.
It was a good, fast shopping trip that I'm glad I can relive in my air conditioned living room, while I scratch my chigger bitten arms and legs- the second part of the flea market that almost killed me.
