last weekend, while my mamallama was in town, we spent a lovely afternoon wandering the chelsea flea market. and oh, flea markets. shall i wax poetic?
when we lived in idaho there was a little antique mall down the way that i stalked like a crazy person. i mean, i was there every weekend. me and my icy cold mcdonald's diet coke, we spent hours at that place. i knew the layout by heart and could spot new pieces from the front door. occasionally the owner would set things aside for me that she knew i would like. we were broker than humpty dumpty and the hunt for inexpensive things i could love forever was seriously addicting. i tried to be careful and passed up on so many amazing things in the process... what i did buy at that antique mall always gave me such anxiety. after all this time, i wish i could go back to my old self and tell her "buy MORE!" because without exception, every piece that i brought home was a total treasure. and SO inexpensive. i'm talking perfect-condition clothing from the 1930s at $4 a pop ... a wagon wheel toddler bed with wooden steer horns at the foot from the 1950s for $50 (oh huck! you need that wagon wheel toddler bed!) ... and those same cathrineholm enamel bowls i passed up over and over are going for six times as much out here! old natalie, quit dinking around and just buy that stuff. crap.
vintage regret is the worst kind of regret, write that on my tombstone.
thrifting out here is all fun and games till you see the prices, yeeeouch. i was a good girl this weekend and left everything behind for future thrifters with bigger pockets. am i turning over a new leaf? is this the end of my thrifting era? i even passed on that buck trophy who i was certain was named harold, and why don't husbands feel as strongly about buck trophies named harold as their wives do? such a mystery.
on our way home we happened to walk through the craziest street fair we've ever seen. it was a little bit alarming. and though we were too late for fried oreos (seriously the greatest things ever), we were not too late for miniature sweet potato pies, so now i'm going to put in some photos and call it a day.
this stall had the greatest collection of vintage children's toys, i was dying to bring some home for huck.
p.s. a really flea market in manhattan for perusing
25th street between 6th and 7th avenue