When C and I were wandering around Brunswick, Saturday, we found our way to an old mill building that houses a flea market and antique mall. The flea market was horribly dirty and disorganized, with individual booths piled to overflowing with a whole lot of junk (I guess that's the definition of flea market, right?). There was some good stuff tucked in here and there, but everything was priced really astoundingly high. I did find these three little enamel cups (half-price, and still more than they should have been) that I thought would be cute for the boys for camping (of course when I showed them, they all three wanted the green one!):
The antique mall next door was much more pleasant, and had lovely stuff, neatly arranged and displayed, but still the prices were at least double of what I normally see around here. It made me appreciate our middle-of-nowhere antique barns!
The friend who watched the boys was getting rid of some stuff from her house and gave me these sweet little mugs.