When the sky is gray and the air is cold and the days wear on something starts to stir in me....the need to feed the junkin' urge...but alas where do you go? what do you do? Go to the flea, no matter where, no matter what, despite the weather there's one somewhere for die-hards just like me. I start to him and haw, check the temp, check the weather then that naggin voice whispering "but what if it's a good day and you miss some really good stuff?" starts to get louder....then scramble mode starts to set in and then you give in ....so in response to the voices in my head I strapped on my boots, put the car in 4 wheel drive donning a beautiful green wool hat and my crappy glasses (because I can't wear my contacts for a few more days until my eyes are better) I sped off the the flea where I met my best junkin' buddy at the starting gate and off we went.
We parked in the snow, trudged through mud, put on our gloves, lost our gloves, found our gloves and dug and dug until our hearts content....box after box!
We both ended up with a stash worthy of a beautiful sunny spring day smack dab in the middle of flea season! Here's what I found....
We only squabbled over a few things....me breaking the "wait for me to go to the next spot" rule and Jill "going backwards when I wasnt looking and getting good stuff"rule....but other than that it was muddy fun!