I introduced three of my girlfriends to the Sussex Flea Market. Every year on the third Friday of August, I make an annual pilgrimage to Sussex to see what treasures await me. My mom is usually my partner in the adventure. This year Judy, Dawne, and Nat joined us.
The title of this post was one of my favourite quotes from our first hour there. My girlfriends were blown away by the sheer size of the event. Yes, it was hot. Yes, it was super crowded, and yet I love it. I get into a zone and time stands still. Four plus hours seemed like half an hour. There is a little charge you get from scoring a great deal. Can I get an Amen!?!
Is Peewee Herman inappropriate and disturbing? Oh yes! He is also a hilarious cultural blip of my generation.
Of course, I was on the hunt for vintage beauties. I usually come home with a truckload of wooden furniture that has seen better days that I can paint and relove. Not this year! This year I came home with a load of glorious milk glass, an old lantern, enamelware, day lilies for a garden I am redoing, I picked up a brass chandelier that will soon be a lovely light in my garden. I also scored a fabulous barnwood birdhouse that my Mom loved. (Yes you can buy gifts at a flea market. Don’t judge me. Lol)
If you ever get the chance to check out the Sussex Flea Market, I am sure you will not be disappointed. 😎