Sunday I dedicate myself to the flea markets. Cynthia called early this time and forced me to open my sad and weary lids and carpe diem. We did the rounds and met up with our favorite "owl" guy. He informed us of this cool camping artist hippie retreat that he is hosting in the middle of no where someplace probably on a mountain top. There will be dancing by the fire and a jamboree band playing all night. (those were his exact words) The idea of tent living and stained glass classes sounded appealing....but then his mention of it all being "spiritual" sort of made me hesitate. Isn't this how the whole Manson Family thing got started? Anyway here are some highlights of the things that we had the willpower to NOT buy.
After the flea market we stopped at a sad church rummage sale...where an old lady made me take this stuffed fish. I didn't really wanna take this one eyed animal home --so Cynthia told me to throw it out the window as we passed someone elses yard sale. It landed right in the drive way!