I fondly remember the days I'd venture to the Brimfield Flea Market. Certainly a trek from our home in Maine, but we'd meet my uncle and we'd all head there together. I'd browse, search, ponder....and sure enough head home with stuff, stuff and more stuff.
It's too long of a day for my littles to head to Brimfield, but we can at least pop into smaller/local flea markets. There's still a lot of love there.
A four dollar big metal tub. The wooden tool box. Vintage toys. Wool, lots of wool.
Pretty proud of myself. I found all the stuff I loved and asked her "Would you take $15 for this?" It was a lot less than if I had tallied the price that she tagged. I'm trying not to be scared to ask. Getting better at asking, which is good, as she agreed.
And look at these vintage toys.
Who knows what this rusty bin was for, but I say it's good for keeping children. Not bad for $4.00