Barn House masters Flea

I did it again, I said I wouldn't, but I couldn't stay away.  It was B's birthday weekend, so I didn't think I would have time to head out to one of my favorite country spots for the flea markets of all flea markets.  The decision was made on Thursday, but by Friday I had already changed my mind and knew that Mable and I would be heading out the next day.  In order to not earn the title of "bad mother" I made Mr. French and B come along.  Great decision!  B loved the animals and Mr. French loved the country.  Win, win, win!  

The Js outdid themselves and the dealers were above and beyond genius.  I purchased a couple trinkets, but mostly went for the snappage factor.  I love sharing them, so here is a sampling.  You can check out more on my flickr page.  I am glad I changed my mind....

This is one of the main reasons for the change of of dearest friends, Rebekah,(oh come on you know her...Little Byrd!)made her flea market debut.  I am so proud of her.  She was beaming all over place and her tent was a slice of sweetness.