fuzzybluemonkeys: (highway)
Actually, multiple kitchen sinks and multiple bathroom sinks, and also a photocopier, which is a new one even for the illustrious Hulmeville Flea Market. Also new (and potentially in bad taste) was that even the funeral home was having tables in their parking lot. I realize it's just a parking lot like any other, but it was still sorta.. off? Oh well, there was whole town flea markety goodness, and relatives that I only have to see once a year and have the excuse of flea marketing not to hang out with for too long.
And yet, I almost wound up getting just cookies again (they weren't homemade, but they were 3 PB cookies with PB chips for 50 cents, and they were yummy). But there was a set of table and chairs that I was contemplating and it was still there on the way back and mom haggled it down to $35 from $40, so I bought it.
Anyway, it's four folding chairs with cushioned seats (may or may not be enough cushioning depending on the sensitivity of your ass, but it works for me) and pretty leaf backs (which wound up being a pain in the butt, but more on that later). And the table folds up too, but these aren't rickety collapsible things, they are quite sturdy, and small, but I still have to clear room in my apartment, so the table and 3 of the chairs are hanging out in PUs garage for now.
Which brings me to the chair backs. Now, the cool leafy design was part of what attracted me to them, and the veneer sort of texturing was coming off, so I was going to glue down the loose pieces and paint them green to cover that up. And then maybe even put some fabric on the back (cause it's like a cut-out around the leafy-viny thing) so then you'd see color through and also cover up some of the dying veneer issues on the back of the chair back. Unfortunately, after cleaning them I realized how bad it really was because it's not just the veneer coming off, there's like layers of plywood or whatever the hell and they're all separating, and getting the glue in there and then getting them to stay glued is just gonna be a huge undertaking, which is sad because I liked the leaves, and interesting in a preservation vs. conservation sense because there's conserving the leaves and then there's preserving the chair as a usable chair as it's basically the decorative portion that's breaking, and the chairs themselves are quite sturdy and functional. As it turns out, I care more about books than I do about furniture because my current plan is to make slipcovers for the tops of the chairs (except for the one where the foliage is in the best shape, which I'm going to try to save) and cover up the damaged bits. Thereby also making them padded and more comfy, if not as pretty as they were.
fuzzybluemonkeys: (angry mutant squirrels)
Which is the only thing I wound up buying at the Quaker Flea Market. But C is also for Compliment, and I got two of those.
PUs were off funeralling, so I didn't carpool (another C-word) with them like I usually do, and instead went via BumperSticker Mobile. Which lead us to the first compliment: [rather cute] Friend directing parking said he was "digging the stickers".
I also got a good parking space in the front near the Troll Bridge instead of back behind the liquor store, so that was nice.
Second compliment was from one of the ladies with a table who liked my squirrel bag, which is a compliment to my darling sister as well, since she's the one who gave it to me.
So I wandered around, basically had the same complaint we have every year: too antique-y, bought a bag of Peanut Brittle Chocolate Chip Cookies at the bake sale, and then reunited with the [rather cute] Friend from before, who did the whole hand motiony thing to help me not hit the telephone pole as I backed up.

And I'm still all ridiculously smiley about this guy who I don't know, will never see again, and spent all of 2 minutes with, but then, that's probably why I like him. Because if we actually did spend time together, it would be Geordi-Meets-Real-Leah-Brahms levels of awkward with my sucky people skills and him being normal and me being me, but still, I enjoyed our moment.
fuzzybluemonkeys: fuzzy blue monkey (dean)
Dude, seriously.

There was a kitchen sink for sale at the annual Hulmeville flea market.

I did not buy that, though I did buy a bunch of other stuff including the DVD of This Is Spinal Tap, which I totally did not get because Dean referenced it on Supernatural, nope. Actually, based on what I've heard about it, it sounds like my kind of humour. And I don't know if he was just being ridiculous, but the guy I bought it from was selling a bunch of DVDs and videos and he was all, "I knew you'd buy the Spinal Tap."

I also got a double decker cooling rack which given my limited counter space, will be quite useful. Gosh darnit, I'll just have to make some cookies to test it out, what a shame.

No My Little Ponies, or maybe there were and we missed it because it started to frelling rain around 1:30pm. Normally, I'm a big fan of the water cycle-- even have a poster on the wall-- but today, I shake my fist at you, water cycle: *shakes fist* for ruining my flea marketing.

Lessee, I got a book, some fabric, monkeys! (1 green, 1 yellow), a free belt, and I think that's it, other than funnel cake from that lady who makes funnel cake, and Dad got soft pretzels from the fire house and mom bought chocolate stuffs from some Girl Scouts (or, more accurately, their mothers). Plus the usual extended family meet 'n' greet-- they might do a reunion next year when Aunt Valeria turns 80. Yay?

Also, it's been building up inside of me for oh, I don't know how long- er, no, it's been building up for a while, but Mom is definitely in manic mode. I am so very, very, very, very, very, very (did I mention very?) happy to only have to put up with it in small doses. Very.

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