Ahhh…the flea market. I find that there are a series of steps one makes upon entering one of these bastions of pure Americana past and present. Before you can fall down the rabbit hole into 1957, you have to adjust to the fact that this is in fact 2012, and the assault of banners advertising “one-dollar socks!” are all you see upon your disappointing first scan. But wait, my friends…dig. You must dig. It’s all part of the experience. Roam. By the end of your trip to the flea market, you will have found those lost treasures, listened to the banter of the sellers (my favorite part) and on your way out…hey, dollar socks? Not a bad deal!
I hope you enjoy looking at a few of the things I found this weekend, and get inspired to go on a hunt of your own!