Day Ninety Seven 2012

Grandson Knox is here this weekend and brought his mommy with him. He's four months old now and cute as a bug. In this picture, he's checking out the pattern on the quilt that Neil and I bought for his mom just before she was born almost thirty-five years ago. What goes around, comes around, as the saying goes.    

Day Eighty Four 2012

 Hubby Neil and I hit the Nashville Flea Market today. We don’t normally go on a Saturday because it’s so crowded. That was the case today for sure. Plus, we got rained on the whole time, and that’s unusual. This big ole welded steer didn’t seem to mind the wet.
The vendors had to keep their goodies covered. This poor mismatched lady hid under a tarp. Can’t say that I blame her.
March and April are the best months to buy plants at this flea market. Lots to choose from today.
Driftwood. Part of the let’s-get-wet theme today.
Water skis for sale alongside old shutters and old-looking new buckets (or baskets).
Today was most definitely mermaid day at the flea market. They were everywhere.
Sad clowns aren’t as scary as smiley clowns. In my opinion.
Very cool Groucho Marx doll. May have been a puppet or marionette.
One vendor had some really nice Civil War memorabilia. Confederate, of course.

I liked this bust. Would be cool to place it somewhere in a garden and scare somebody half to death.
This sign went perfectly with the wet theme.  It was, indeed, Waterville today. Makes me want to head to the beach.

I was so tempted to buy this old Japanese tea set because I’ve collected a few pieces over the years. I tell myself  I don’t need it and have no where to put it and that usually does the trick. I walked away.
These sweet bears were loved to death. Makes me want to cry.

Beautiful wedding ring quilt. I want it! No. Walk away!
Did I tell you it was mermaid day at the flea market? Everywhere.
See….

I may print this out and hang it on my fridge just to remind me that this is what I’m going to look like if I don’t start exercising again soon.

So many weird little things here.

It’s a law that there has to be deer heads for sale at the flea market.

Speaking of heads, this poor lady has lost hers. And her legs.

No wait here it is……

This guy is having a really bad day.

Gratuitous self portrait—I’m split in two!

Could be useful….

Crocks. Love ‘em! Wanted all these. Even one was too pricey.

Stuffed Badger. Why?

This vendor had all sort of fresh herbs for sale. She had such a pretty booth, full of plants.

Another mermaid….

Very scary fireplace andirons. Nightmare stuff.

Oh the mermaids…This one was carved from wood.

Pretty cowgirl boots and a lacy umbrella. For some reason, this reminds me of Stevie Nicks…..

Quite a selection of movies, with two of my favorite things—vampires and zombies.

Cupie dolls=Happy Faces!

The saddest little cherub I ever did see. Sweet.

I wanted these beautiful vintage boots!!

Won’t see this again, all you ciggie smokers out there. Kind of like gas prices….

Soaked!

Just as we were leaving the flea market, blue sky finally breaks through.

I-24 on the way to daughter Kelly’s house—like driving in soggy fog. All in all, a great day to be a mermaid.

Of course, the best part of our little day trip is seeing daughter Kelly, son in law Kerry, and the star of the show, grandson Knox. He just woke up from his (brief) nap and is still in his straight jacket, I mean, swaddle. He sleeps better wrapped up in this thing, believe it or not.

Freedom! Big stretch.

Big smile for Granny and Grandpa.

Look at that face! What’s not to love. He’s a sweetie. We had a great visit. Thanks again, Kelly, for the delicious crock pot roast and veggies! That was a treat. Love you guys!