4 a.m. Muscle ache

I have a new found respect for those flea market sellers. Participating in a Rose Bowl is like moving down 4 flights of stairs into a new apartment 10 times over. I've never done this much lifting. The realization that I merely skimmed the surface of my clutter and still filled a moving van was a bummer. How did I end up with all these clothes? Surely I have not spent every waking hour shopping- right? What gives. Cynthia and I could barely climb out of bed and ended up eating donuts and coffee just to entice motivation. Of course the surge of energy that comes when your very first Japanese vintage PRO picks through your crap is pure bliss. I mean who knew that it was still dark at 5 a.m.? Those guys from Japan not only have carts but headgear with lights on top. And boy do they start training them young. By age 3 they already rock the bellbottom levis and collectable Hawaiian tops and know what Big E Jeans are.

Cindy figured she would try for the Mark Kate Olsen selling look- the teen girls love that

You must admit this looks pretty damn appealing considering most of it was junk junk junk

This was our happy selling neighbor- trying on Cindy's hippie gear

this guy in the background had the best vest on--every inch a patch-

I met a cool Indian Chief who said this dog of his was on myspace and was friends with the actress who played Pochohontas. hmmm

Joaquin came by with his latest record scores. Check out this two dollar dream- TABOO 2 record

this one will fetch you at least fifty-

speaking of VOODOO hair and heebie jeebies-- this Monkey FUR coat that Cindy was selling freaked everyone out. They were banned sometime around the 30's and worn by all the rockstars- I guess no one wanted to be Brian Jones or Planet of the Apes

You would've thought that they were passing out MOD psychedelic flower boxes to girls at the ROSE BOWL for free- seemed every cool girl under 16 was hugging one .
Check out Emma fresh from her recent summer school stint in NYC

this girl had a groovy mom and sisters all PROS in the vintage department

These are from Emma's poloroids:

There seemed to be a lot of fab redheads representing "pale" and sassy

I was relieved to find someone with a more pathetic collection of junk than mine

This fashion "Don't" reminded me of that one ...comedian....what's his name?

oh yeah his name is Bruce Vilanch-

I ended up buying this Picasso blue period picture on my way to use the bathroom. Don't ask

cindy showed sheer willpower after noticing that a vendor dumped his Raggedy collection into the trash sure she could have taken them home but she put them back in the trash for someone else

was a shame seeing them all huddled there beneath that creepy robot

this is what the end of a Rose Bowl day looks shoved back into your store

Comments

[cynthia]

as i tried to scrub every last bit of flea market filth from my bod, i noticed something disturbing...my feet weren't coming clean. on closer inspection, i realized what i had was a gladiator/ring sandal pattern suntan on the tops of my tootsies. without shoes i now look slightly reptilian. oh, the joys of the flea market...

[kime]

just wait til you try to get rid of those scabies you probably picked up there...the sunburned sandal foot won't be such a bummer deal

[Emma]

oh my
what a day

I need to scan my pictures in the computer tonight