The first Sunday of December was a beautiful day: bright, sunny, with a seasonally appropriate nip in the air. Complete opposite of the one in November.
No surprise then that the Pasadena Flea Market was busier than a beehive on spring cleaning day.
I bagged yet another typewriter, but will post picture of that later. I have three now.
The flea market is also a great place of holiday shopping for the budget conscious. And honestly, who wouldn't want an eighties style red leather jacket for Christmas? Look how many zippers it has!
If you think twelve bucks is too much for this old toy, you can always haggle. Although, some take it to extreme. I came across a new vendor, a Chinese couple who wouldn't take no for an answer. I thought I might have to chew off a limb if I wanted to escape without purchasing something.
Ain't these great? Just think about filling them up with hot cocoa and then topping it off with giant marshmallows. It would be like drinking Santa's brain!
These should be sold by the pound.
Tired from all the walking? Put your feet up!
Well that's it for now, I'm packing it in.
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It is endless. Our junk is endless.
My grandmother had those Santa mugs. Maybe those are grandmother's Santa mugs. I don't recall anyone fighting over them
Drinking Santa's brain! Hahahaha. Thank you, Vanda.
I so want those matching skulls.
Petrea, Junk is our middle name.
PA, your loss, somebody else's treasure.
Dive, I'm certain Santa's brain is rich, sweet, and frothy.
I'm so buying you a skull next time. I'm not kidding.
Frothy?
Now you've set me a cookery challenge. Next time I'm in the organic butcher's shop I'll get me some brains and try to make a "frothy" dish with 'em.
Nope - not my loss. There is a reason I passed on them. Not all kitche is worthy. I do like the disembodied feet though.
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