Oh, how I love a good bargain. When we lived in New York, my husband and I spent many Saturdays wandering around the flea market. The old adage, "one man's trash is another man's treasure," certainly holds true. The black steel dresser in our bedroom and the fantastic 1960's school chairs in our kitchen all come from the NYC 16th St. flea market.
I love the imperfections of all my flea market finds and the imaginative tales I spin in my head about their origins. I wonder about the children that sat on our jadeite green school chairs and who owned our dresser before us.
A few weeks ago, some very good friends from Book Club and I decided to take a brief sojourn to LA. High on our list of priorities (which included sleeping in, eating good food, and staying up late talking) was a trip to the Pasadena Flea Market at the Rose Bowl.
We all had so much fun and found plenty of treasures. Some of mine included vintage leather belts, wood sugar molds (which I am using to house art supplies), a globe, vintage lockets, and an oversize glass soda bottle with the most beautiful type I've ever seen.
The flea market takes place once a month, on the 2nd Sunday of the month. I highly recommend a trip, if you can swing it. You may just find me wandering the aisles, laden with more treasures. Let me know what you find....