My name is Karen and I haven’t been to a flea market in … 4 days now. Unless you count yesterday.
Of course this is totally due to the fact that my favourite one only operates on the weekends. Regardless, I think it’s a feat to be quite proud of.
This past weekend I went to Aberfoyle Antique market with my sister. She’s an interior decorator who was looking for some rustic pieces for a client. I am a non-interior decorator who was looking for anything and everything.
As we were walking around, eating our hot and salty boxes of french fries, I turned to my sister with a little tear in my eye and proclaimed my undieing love for all things old and wonderful.
I think my exact quote might have been “Chew, chew, mumble, mmm, swallow. I love all this old crap!! I just can’t help it!”
Even though I spent last year getting rid of almost every old thing I owned, I still love it all. There are so many beautiful things you can find at antique shows and flea markets that you can’t find anywhere else.
And this trip didn’t disappoint. I left with the old pop bottle I used in my Dish Soap Dispenser Post, and more …
Ta Da! I figured the best way to display my new flea market find for you was to set it atop some of my old dishes. I find nothing showcases a prosthetic better than Flow Blue china. Yup. I got the hand at the flea market.
The hand came with a myriad of comments from the seller and from people around the flea market. A small selection would be:
Go ahead and buy it … it’s not like it’s an arm and a leg.
Give the girl a hand, ladies and gentlemen!
Did you steal that?! O.K. lady, … hand it over.
Yes. This is exactly how deranged I am. I went to a flea market filled with beautiful things, and I walked out with a hard plastic mould originally used to form prosthetic hands.
Lest you get the wrong idea, I do have a use for it. I’m going to put it in my bowl of candy at Halloween. You know. To frighten the children. Mainly the teenagers. Who shouldn’t be out trick or treating. My rules for handing out candy are – no one without some sort of effort at a costume gets any, nor do you get any if you’re driving yourself from house to house.
Now for a closer look at this thing …
You’ll notice the dirt and bits of red which appear to be cuts with blood. I didn’t put that there, that’s just luck!
This has been the most fun post to do yet. Hands down.