Neil and I headed to the Nashville Flea Market today for the first time in months. It was a beautiful day but extremely hot as you can tell from the thermometer in our truck. Actually, the temperature was 113 degrees when we left the flea market. We had the air conditioner cranked to the max, so by the time I snapped that picture the temp had dropped two degrees.
Being an amateur photographer, I'm always fascinated by vintage cameras. This one dated to the mid-1800s and was made of wood.
Santa and Rudolph say "hey!" I'm surprised they didn't melt in the heat.
Gratuitous picture of moi browsing at the market. Old Mason jars are a weakness of mine, but I didn't buy any.
Our grandson Elijah wanted a pogo stick for his fifth birthday this year, but his mom and dad couldn't find one. So Neil was immediately drawn to this one when he ran across it in a pile of stuff. It is vintage to say the least, and Elijah won't be heavy enough right now to make it bounce, but the price was right and it's in good shape, so we bought it. As Neil carried it around the flea market, the pogo stick got a lot of attention, mostly from older folks who knew what it was and probably had one when they were growing up. More than a few times, they'd ask Neil for a demonstration which he politely declined.
The flea market is filled with strange and bizarre things such as this old claw foot bathtub that was filled with crudely made crosses.
Some vendors were selling Halloween decorations. This was one of my favorite.
I can't resist looking at the old cameras like these vintage Polaroids. They weren't expensive, probably because the film is no longer made except for some of the later models. Such cool cameras. Instant gratification. 
These bumper stickers are definitely vintage and maybe even a little wishful thinking for some of us. I should have bought one and stuck it on my car.
This golden woman was having a light bulb moment.
I tried to slip my thumb into the waste band of these pants just to see how tight they really were. Couldn't do it. It's like they're painted on. Maybe they are. Who wears this stuff?
Makes me wonder what this was used for before it landed at the flea market. 
I like to think they were loved to death, especially the one whose stuffing is about to fall out. 
I've said it before, but this is always the saddest thing I see at the flea market. Family photos that end up here because nobody thought to label them and the relatives have no clue as to whom these folks are (were) so I guess people feel like there's no reason to keep them. 
I have no idea what this thing is or why anybody would want it. It's just one of those weird wild flea market things.
Great great great grandma's iPod.
The flea market is never lacking in heads of all sorts. 
This is the stuff that makes Neil's heart go pitter patter. I just walk away before my eyes permanently glaze over.
But you're free to boogie the rest of the week.
Politically incorrect picture of the day. 
This used book vendor is always one of our favorite stops. Neil inhales books, so he ended up buying quite a few paperbacks to tide him over for a while. 
Met up with daughter Kelly for an early supper at Olive Garden, our little after the flea market tradition. That's always enjoyable. 
