Kella and I drove up to Brimfield yesterday for the east coast's largest spring flea market.
We were planning to spend the night and go back today for more junk hunting, but ....
something felt different.
Maybe junking has just become too trendy for us - the prices too high, the vendors too testy, the weather too cold - maybe too many things are going on right now in both our lives for us to feel like 'shopping'.
Fleaing has always been more like a hunt than a shop, but at Brimfield - which is literally brimming with everything and with enough of the green stuff you can probably take home whatever you are looking for - maybe it is more of a shop than a hunt.
It was kind of sad.
We are going to try a couple new fleas this summer and see if it is the fleaing that has lost its magic for us or just this show -
as Kella said, "the problem with this show is that we like to find stuff and this stuff has already been found."
I thought I would be off treasure hunting today
(4.5 hours driving there yesterday morning and 4.5 hours driving back last night -ugh- hubs was a little disappointed; he says for me, but I think it had more to do with his evening plans for Iron Man III, which I may have to break down and go see I guess, not the 3D version though)
but instead I am off to the grocers and then to hub's shop to weld some lockets determined to wrest a little magic from this day somehow ... I hope there is a little magic in your day, too and a little of the 'rare' for us to appreciate. xo