Day Eighty Four 2011

The Nashville Flea Market

I loves me some crocks but didn't buy any.

Always lots of weirdness at the market...like this head.

I always see vintage boots but never buy--just not practical plus my big feet would never fit inside these tiny shoes.

More heads. Maybe to display wigs. They were all lined up on a shelf which looked really neat, but before I could take a picture, this young guy started picking them up and moving them around. He actually bought two of them. And was very picky about which ones he chose. Would love to know what that was all about.

It must have been head day at the flea market. They were everywhere.
Can you believe this old camera? I think it's called a box camera. I saw lots of ancient cameras today. A collector could have a field day buying those.

I really like this head. She may end up as my profile picture on Facebook one of these days. Love her flirty little green hat that matches her eyes.

Hey, look, it's my head. Gratuitous self-portrait of me all cold and wet at the flea market today. Just plain fun.

Nice collection of purple medicine bottles. This glass does not start out this color, but it turns purple through some sort of natural chemical process over time. (Blurry pic, too. Seems most of my pics today are blurry.)

Besides the heads, this is probably the wackiest thing I saw there--a shopping cart full of pink flamingos. Everyone should have at least one pink flamingo in the front yard.

Somebody had an actual fire hydrant for sale (a hundred bucks) and advertised it as a 'dog potty trainer'. Would look great in the front yard along side the pink flamingo.

And last but not least, the flea market is where I go when I need to stock up on ammo. This booth sold all sorts of vintage military stuff--boots, hats, uniforms, ammo....and another weird wacky head to help display it all. Rambo would love it.

Neil and I had a good time browsing around, even though it was cold and wet. We met up with daughter Kelly and son in law Kerry afterward for some soup and salad at Olive Garden. Very enjoyable. And we even managed not to lock ourselves out of the truck this time.

Happy TGIF, everyone!

Day Eighty Three 2011

Blue Jay on a chilly day.

Squirrel pig.

Grand daughter Shelby on her way in from school, not knowing I was taking her picture.

Grand daughter Shelby and GREAT REPORT CARD! 5 As and 3 Bs. WooHoo! She was ecstatic. I'm so proud of you, Shelby!!

Day Eighty Two 2011

The Mega Block dawgs that grandson Elijah and I built this morning.

He had fun destroying the wacky building I made. That's why he's laughing.

The first tulip bloom. I love tulips. We don't have as many blooming in recent springs because the bulbs need to be dug up and separated and replanted. That sounds like work.

The irises bloomed, too! One day they look like that iris on the right, and the next day--poof! I love these--the Tennessee state flower.

Mama Cardinal and other birdies looking for food. The feeders are empty because the squirrels pig out on the seed all day long until there's none left for the winged creatures.

Papa Cardinal probably found more seed to eat on the ground under the feeders than his mate found on the feeders. Getting some rain which we need and storms which nobody needs. Hope you are safe and dry where you are.

Day Eighty One 2011

"If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom." ~ Terri Guillemets

Day Eighty 2011

Even as these near-eighty degree temps wilt our beautiful buttercups, the purple irises are starting to sprout. I hope the heat doesn't kill them before they've had the chance to bloom. I'm loving the warmer temps, but, hey Mother Nature, give Spring a chance!