Rain in the forecast scattered dealers and buyers at the flea market. Beige stars on a chestnut plant stand momentarily attracted me. My fancy fled. Eight dollars was over budget. I can Do It Myself.
My haul includes a sad looking six-ounce juniper berry gin bottle from Louisville, Kentucky labeled “Under the Food and Drugs Act June 30 1906 Serial No. 5032” – quite some time before John Cheever penned The Sorrows of Gin. That set me back a two dimes and a nickel.
“Everything twenty-five cents,” said a seller at another space. “Twenty-five cents.”
She said it with effectiveness. Her tone was impeccable and her volume just right. She had the perfect pitch, not that she was Strasburg or anything.
I looked at her wares, departed $1.50 poorer, and richer in inventory. The six items include:
- Two matching – but different – memory flower pots with attached saucers
- Three books – feng shui, carpentry projects – for the list of glues – and a children’s word book for the pictures.
- One PY-O-MY Baking Mixes square baking pan.
Between those two stops I obtained an ornately-knobbed desk drawer ($0.50) from a dealer who dealt from the west side of the aisle.
Trash barrel scanning yielded a huge framed African Art poster. The black and white print is hand-colored in felt tip markers. I am itching to make Artist Trading Cards.
Today is a nine day and began at the Cloud Nine cafe. Nine big clouds cover the sky now. Their edges are so blurred together you can’t tell them apart.