Every Saturday was errand day. The one day in the week where my mom raced around trying to complete everything she'd been unable to do during the week. And of course, she lumped us in her game plans from helping her clean the house to shopping for groceries or heading to the area mall.
Between you and I, I hated Saturdays. Who wants to spend half of the morning cleaning up or looking for women's underwear? Not me, I wanted to be left alone in front of the TV to catch up with the current escapades of Superfriends or outside riding with my bicycle gang.
Alas, I had no such luck. So I guess I made the most of it, especially when one of my mother's favorite errands included a trip to the local flea market, The Jumping Flea. This is where my love for picking through old junk and all things thrifty was born.
Alas, I had no such luck. So I guess I made the most of it, especially when one of my mother's favorite errands included a trip to the local flea market, The Jumping Flea. This is where my love for picking through old junk and all things thrifty was born.
Admittedly, I hadn't been back in years, but this morning as I strolled the aisles of this open air market filled with everything from some one's kitchen junk drawer to their attic, it felt like I'd never taken a break. I was still wowed by all the stuff and wished I had more money in my wallet so I could take away every thing I laid my hands on. Even now I wished I'd had five bucks left on me to pick up the Hardy Boys lunch box circa 1977. I could so see myself pimping that at the disco. Le sigh...
PICS FROM CHILDHOOD REVISTED...
Paradise found
Does this dress come in winter white?
I'll have one of those...and one of those...and oh that over there!
Hmm...am I up on my toothpaste?
What about you? When was your love for thrifting/picking born?
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