So many goodies at the flea market on Saturday, thanks in large part to appearances of my favorite vendors, Randy and John, two buddies whose paths sometimes intersect as they each travel the country selling their tarnished treasures. It's always a treat to run into them, catch up with all their travels, and of course score all sorts of goodies!
First, a collage of pictures of the things didn't manage to make their way into my trunk, though I certainly wished they could have. Most are tempting treasures from Randy's booth, though the radiators are from a different vendor. Ooo the old radiators... the pair should be married up with an old narrow door to make for an extremely coolio sofa table or tall desk. I didn't even ask the price for fear of being tempted.
No pictures yet of my entire haul, but a peek at the palm sized doxie treasure I scored from John. Tiny chumley wasn't particularly impressed with this inedible thing, but he was happy nevertheless with his own scores for the day. As always, tidbits of popcorn snitched off the ground, and a fine time relaxing on the bench under the shade of an old oak tree with his dad.