Day One Hundred Seventy Two 2013

NASHVILLE FLEA MARKET

Neil and I spent part of the first day of Summer melting in the heat at the Nashville Flea Market. I think last time we were here, it was Winter. [This expensive horsey could use some Crest White Strips.]

I thought this was just plain weird and creepy, so naturally I took a picture of it. The vendor in this booth wanted to know why I was taking a picture and what I was going to do with it and said I should ask before taking a picture. Apparently, he knew someone who had her stuff on display somewhere and someone took a picture, then used it to create a greeting card and made lots of money and didn’t give her credit for the image. I asked him if he wanted me to delete the picture. He said no and became apologetic [sort of] and I told him all I wanted to do was share it on my personal blog. I asked him if he made this [whatever it is] and he said no and I think at that point he realized he really didn’t have a case. It’s not like he had a patent or a copyright on it [like 99% of the junk at the flea market]. But, hey, maybe I should create a greeting card or T shirts using this image and make millions of dollars. Over all the many years we’ve been coming to this flea market, there has been only one other instance of a vendor questioning my picture taking [she seemed to think I was stealing her chandelier design ideas when all I was doing was taking a cell phone camera picture of a pretty light fixture display.] Anyway, I’ll get off my soap box now. I just had to vent a little about people who take their junk a little too seriously.

Angels don’t care if I take their picture.

Does anybody really know what time it is?

I love the expression on that bear’s face.

Buy a vowel.

Pick me! Pick me!

The funniest things at the flea market are deer heads because they end up in the strangest places.

American flag displays always catch my eye.

One of my favorite past times.

Something caught Neil’s eye ~ don’t know what.

She’s got feet down below her knees.

We saw lots of these big letters around the flea market today.

I wonder if I could’ve watched ‘Day Of Our Lives’ on this thing. I missed it again today. [You could pick up most anything if you adjusted the rabbit ears.]

Salute!

Love old boxes, especially if they have signs on them.

Green bottles

Purple bottles

Blue bottles

This was the coolest light bulb

Got mouth breath?

Give peace a chance, y’all.

We all know what happened to Nixon. I’m wondering whatever happened to Weldon Grimsley. That’s, like, the best name ever.

You better not cry. I’m tellin you. Don’t even think about it.

Must be G.I. Joe. Ken doll was never this pumped/ripped. Poor guy. Some veterans get no respect.

Dolls at the flea market always make me feel a little bit sad. And totally creeped out.

This is for my brother Ken who was driven insane by one of these when our little brother Rob was a small child. Tick tock.

I like these.

And these. They were huge. And pricey.

From a bygone era ~ I wonder if little boys still play with stuff like this.

Made me smile

Just another one of those bizarre things you see at the flea market.

Nashville cat

The Nashville Flea Market is still open, but I’m still seeing signs here asking people to help save the fairgrounds which is the home of this flea market.

I’m Batman!

It’s sad when people can’t speak for themselves.

93 degrees when we left Nashville and headed to daughter Kelly’s house. The clouds were awesome.

We went to Toots for supper with grandson Knox, Elmo, and daughter Kelly.

Knox in the Mac n Cheese zone. He dipped his noodles in ketchup. It was kind of gross. But he liked it.

Yummy boneless chicken and big fat onion rings.

We went to this really pretty shady park in an older section of town where Knox and Elmo enjoyed the swing.

The curly slide was fun.

Actually, all the slides were fun. [Elmo crash landed]

After the park, we went to Karin’s Kustard where we met up with son in law Kerry after he got off work.

This tiny little place was hoppin busy. Cars were lined up into the street. They serve up all sorts of frozen treats and other good stuff  to eat. You can walk up and order or go through the drive through.

My vanilla shake [97% fat free] was so thick I had to eat it with my straw. Very yummy.

Awesome sunset on the way back to Kelly’s. Good times today. What a great way to kick off the Summer. Happy first day of Summer, everyone!

Day One Hundred Seventy Four 2012

A Day At The Nashville Flea Market

It was unbearably hot today but not for this bear. He got to spend his time in air-conditioned comfort~always a plus when you have to wear a fur coat. (He was so cute and soft)

I can’t believe somebody was even charging for this thing. Maybe it’s a collector’s item.

I was curious about this thing. It looked like some kind of torture device or weapon. The tag said it was a wheel. For a plow maybe?

Someone with a sense of humor set out a water dish for these metal piggies. Oink!

The rock people were there today. They sell these stones with names on them. We’ve bought one for each member of our family, and Neil set them in the sandstone pathway around our house a summer or two ago. We were glad to see them there today because we wanted to add grandson Knox to the path. Alas, they did not have one with his name, so we’re going to order one.

This would have tasted really good as we meandered through the market this afternoon.

This guy had some major dragon breath. Who buys this stuff?

March of the lavender bottles. They were really pretty in the sunlight. The picture doesn’t do them justice.

“I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.”~Hannibal Lecter.   Of course that’s the first thing I thought of when I saw this bottle.

Today was most certainly creepy doll day at the flea market.

There’s no escaping the fact that it’s an election year. This can looked more like something in which you’d carry fish bait. Either way, it all stinks.

This vendor had some of the coolest jewelry for sale. She’d made necklaces and bracelets and rings out of old watches. It was unique and kind of classy.

I mentioned that it was creepy doll day.

I wasn’t kidding.

They were everywhere. This one might give you nightmares.

I always covet these vintage boots. (They were everywhere today, too.) I guess women were much smaller back in the day. My big toe would not fit inside one of these.

One vendor had a shelf full of these little nightmares….I mean, dolls.

Neil said this was a statue of Napoleon. Whatever.

Jurassic Flea Market

Cute little garden cherub looked like she was about to fly away, so she had to be restrained.

Some folks believe this is what it’s all about.

Escapees from the zoo—or stars of Madagascar.

Apparently, “Miss Harlem” approves of this brand of ciggies. Wonder where she is these days?

This always breaks my heart—family photos that have ended up at the flea market. Label your pictures! It’s hard to hang on to a photograph of someone when you have no idea who that someone is (or was).

A colorful display. The flea market was packed with stuff this month.

She’s thinking, I know I left my body around here somewhere….

Greetings from the flea market! Gratuitous self-portrait.

This vendor had the whole alphabet for sale.

I guess the helmet didn’t make much difference in his case.

No wonder Ken has that big smile on his lecherous face.

Rawr!

Does anyone know what these things are? Anyone? (Just kidding. I used to have a clothesline in my backyard. Neil took it down. He said it was ugly, so there you go.)

Apparently, some artist figured Lennon would look better if he was yellow.

Yeah baby! Fried pies. I like the chocolate chess. Neil likes the raisin.

We were really thirsty. I wanted a bottle of water. Neil wanted a Pepsi. He put two dollars (yes, two dollars!) into the machine, pressed the bottled water button and out popped this diet Mountain Dew. We decided to just go with it and share it. Not too great with fried pies, however.

We headed to daughter Kelly’s after our trek through the flea market. Grandson Knox likes to stick his tongue out. Kelly says he’s going to have chapped lips. They travelled home with us for the weekend.
Happy TGIF, everyone!