I took a break yesterday from the preparation of tomorrow's May Day party.
I've been working non stop creating spring displays and creations for this Saturday's get together.
Coincidently, yesterday marked the first day of a favorite flea market event in Sparks Kansas, about an hour and a half from my little town of Historic Liberty, Missouri.
My sweet dear friend Julie and I loaded up our shopping carts, and headed north for the journey. Julie and I are equally fond of flea market recreational activity, so the two of us always have a spectacular time.
There was a threat of bad weather yesterday, but it held off, with the exception of the very strong winds and heat. I felt sorry for the outdoor vendors, as they struggled to keep their goods protected from the wind. I could see the concerned look on there faces knowing bad weather was predicted for that evening. I understand how they feel, as I used to participate in shows years ago .
My hair was flying around in my face and causing me flea market despair, about the same time I noticed this really cool vintage hat calling out to me. The hat, a Great Gatsby style 1920's hat, had Jill written all over it, and when I asked the price, $5, I exclaimed, "sold!" Not only was the hat a perfect fit, and the perfect price, not once did it even come close to blowing off in the extreme wind, and added to the flea market ambiance. (Pictures coming soon.)
Here's a shot of Julie in the booth where I purchased the hat.
Julie found some pretty little pill boxes in this booth. Who doesn't like antique pill boxes? Remember my recollection of my Aunt Enids treasured pieces?
Notice Julie's cart. Funny, I always thought having a cart helped to create the serious flea market chic look, and I rarely saw the carts during my journeys, except but with my friend, and a few shoppers, but yesterday I saw too many carts to count! Everyone had carts, and there were carts for sale in several booths. Carts of every color and era, a cart here , a cart there.
I couldn't resist purchasing one, I found one priced at $12, and politely asked the vendor if he would take $10, and he politely replied with a yes. (picture soon.)
I now have two carts, a modern retro styled cart, the orange one in this picture, and a vintage metal cart. I guess that officially makes me a SFMC, Serious Flea Market Chic!
Sparks Kansas was once a small metropolis of a town with a population of over two-thousand. A few of the original structures remain, and the population now, last count, 6, I believe, yes I said six!
This is the old bank building. A few of the old buildings remain, like the depot, and a few old homes, but most have faded over time. Once the main highway moved that went through the town, and the trains stopped coming through, the town quickly became an authentic ghost town.
I had a conversation with an older woman inside the old general store that was familiar with the history of Sparks Kansas. I enjoy talking with people about history, and find it adds to the excitement of the journey.
Isn't this old building cool? I love the old windows and the stone steps. I sat and rested on the stoop and nibbled on some popcorn. I felt good energy all around me on the first day of May, May Day.
Lookie who I saw so far away from home! Heather and her friend. You remember Heather, she makes the cute leather clutches and hand bags.
I also saw Debbie Dusenbury from Curious Sofa. I noticed Debbie had a cart, a SFMC too.
I probably caught Debbie off guard. I just walked up to her and introduced myself. I had never met her, but recognized her from magazine's and her web site and blog.
After the fact, I realized I was probably a nuisance to her, as I bet she gets that every time she's shopping. Sometimes being recognizable can be a pain, I'm sure. She was very kind and again, good energy.
Last night's storm knocked out our electricity for the night and into most of my morning, so I'm playing catch up around the sweet home.
I'm still preparing May Day baskets, and making lavender cookies now that I can use my oven. The weather has changed from summer to fall in one day, and tomorrow's forecast, cool, but dry:)
I'll have lots of things to share next week including Patrick's first day at the Market, May Day Celebration, Flea Market stories and pictures, and some wonderful soulful writings my Aunt Glenna recently sent me of my Grandmother Christine recalling her charming vintage child hood memories.
Enjoy caring and sharing May days.
Happily,
Jill 00 (Two hugs are better than one)
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