It was so hot today at the Nashville Flea Market, all this silverware could have melted and you would have had enough to build a small car. Actually, this vendor was lucky to be in an air conditioned building.
I love old shoes. These were baby shoes. No pesky laces to tie.
It seems an entire American Indian tribe was for sale. I remember they used to sell dolls like these in Cherokee, North Carolina, back in the day when I was growing up near the Smoky Mountains.
I like top hats. It would be fun to wear one.
Calla lilies for sale. These were an awesome dark pink that a picture just doesn’t do justice.
Lots of garden stuff for sale and slowly withering in the heat. You can find a good variety of flowers, bushes and trees here. If you’re in the market for growing things.
This produce was yummy looking, especially the peaches, but my peach-loving hubby Neil walked on by. Go figure. He probably just didn’t want to carry them around.
This vendor had one of the most colorful booths I’ve ever seen. The painted furniture looks good enough to eat.
Ninety nine dollars? Really? For this cement bunny garden ornament with a broken left ear? Really?
Wonder if anybody ever bought that big ole Buddha head? This booth always has interesting stuff. They’ll tell you it’s from Romania or some such. Whatever, dude.
It was apparently top hat day at the flea market. Wonder where this one has been, and whose head did he sit on…..
See? Top hat day. Even Paul and Linda were stylin.
Hubby Neil checking out the cuff links. He loves them. Sometimes he buys them. But not today. No peaches. No cuff links.
Smells like teen spirit from the fifties. Let’s do the twist. I think the cases had 45’s in them but I didn’t look.
Lady Liberty, probably melting in the sun. I know I was.
Election year campaign buttons
Skeleton keys galore…and skate keys….and clock keys…..I’m always attracted to these.
Guess I’ll always have a love affair with typewriters, especially the really old ones.
Some long ago little girl’s well-loved baby dolls.
Gratuitous self-portrait of me melting in the heat at the flea market.
Need a hand?
I told Neil that this elephant looked like he was doing the Fig Newton dance.
We found the sea of green…but no yellow submarines.
Sold to some frog collector perhaps.
This was the cutest little bear! He didn’t have a steel rod sticking through his furry skull, honest.
In honor of Memorial Day weekend, vintage American flags for sale.
H.O.T.
Look who we went to see after the flea market! Grandson Knox had just woke up from his nap.
Bath time, splash time!
Nighty night time! Loved seeing my peeps—daughter Kelly, son in law Kerry and grandson Knox! Thanks for feeding us! Love you guys and hope to see you again soon!!
Happy TGIF, y'all!
