I went to my first flea market last weekend. The Kane County Flea Market in St. Charles, Illinois, to be exact. It was glorious.
My husband was certain that I was going to detest it because I don’t like to rummage around for things to buy (I prefer for them to be neatly displayed and organized), and I don’t like to sweat (it was hot outside that day).
But he was wrong. Even with our two children in tow (who willingly came with us because I described the day’s adventure as a “treasure hunt” (I don’t think this was false advertising – it all depends upon one’s definition of “treasure”)), I LOVED spotting cool (and not so cool) old stuff and hunting for unique things for my home.
Things like wooden stars made from scrap moulding.