the tale of two Saturdays.
It’s not a real exciting tale, but I do have some pictures. :)
Last Saturday (not the one that just past, the one before---How would you word that other than “Last Saturday”??), we wanted to do something outside. The weather looked like it was going to warm up so we decided to visit the Devil’s Millhopper state park. It’s close by, and I hadn’t been there since I was really little and DW had never been.
It’s basically a big sinkhole with steps all the way down to the bottom. I warned yall, this wasn’t exciting… ha…
and then run some more in the picnic area.
I love a state park. Ours here in Florida are usually really nice and well maintained, and our tax dollars have paid for them, so why not visit??? :)
The other Saturday in my story is just this past one.
Carrie and I hadn’t met up in TWO weeks. It’s unheard of yall, and this new job is cramping our style a little. We made a plan to meet on Saturday at the flea market. We’re some lovers of house-junk and old furniture that needs re-painting and thought for sure that the Waldo flea market would have some.
We met under the “big windmill, rocking chair and horse” just after 9:00, because I am perpetually late. We unloaded our strollers and the girls and made a bee line for the outskirts of the flea market. I was the flea market veteran in our group, since I had been once before, 8 years ago. Back then, I was on the hunt for an old fireplace mantle. We found one, too, and my Dad bought it and rebuilt it for me and DW and I hung it on the wall in our first house… awwww… I loved that mantle, so when we moved, we took it off the wall, repaired the drywall, and hung it at our second house… THEN, when we bought our third (our current and hopefully FINAL) house, we didn’t bring it with us. I figured my Dad & DW had repaired enough drywall over that mantle. :) ANYWAY, way back then, 8 years ago, the kind of stuff that Carrie and I were looking for, was on the edge of the flea market, not in the barns. So we headed that way…
We made our way through the barns of dusty restaurant supplies (which had me and Carrie cringing over the thought of WHAT restaurant buys their supplies (covered in dust) at the flea market? If yall know, PLEASE don’t tell me, because I like eating out.
We also managed to sneak by the Mickey Mouse children’s furniture, thank the Lord. I sure am claiming that blessing, because if my girl had seen the just-her-size, vinyl recliner with Mickey and friends on it, she would have HAD to had it.
Once we made it to the edge of the flea market, it didn’t take long to realize there was not one thing we had to have. Carrie and I were a little disappointed that all the “junk” was indeed, JUNK. Not just junk, though, but really old junk that had been rained on several times and was still soaked from the night before.
We decided to cut our trip short, but not before Allie Claire insisted on seeing about the giant concrete yard ornaments. There was a giraffe and an alligator that she needed to get a closer look at.
We finally managed to get back on track to the car. On the way, we passed a vendor who buys catalytic converters, and Carrie and I both were kicking ourselves for not bringing ours to sell. :)
The agony of forgetting our converters didn’t stop Carrie from browsing through the barn on our way out. I finally pried her away from the red be-dazzled tank top which was nothing but fringe on the bottom half. Ha. :)
All of that, I’m sure leaves yall certain that we didn’t spend a dime at the flea market. I just wish I’d taken some pictures.
Since we still had time on our hands and money in our pockets, we decided to head East and check out the little town of Keystone. We had lunch at Johnny’s BBQ, and yall know it’s a good restaurant when they have the stick-on, disposable placemats for the kids. After some yummy lunch, we hit a few thrift shops and came home with a few treasures to re-do.
It’s all getting a fresh coat of paint/spray paint! :)