Friday, July 24, 2015
NASHVILLE FLEA MARKET
Neil and I went to the Nashville Flea Market today. Haven’t been in forever. While he was browsing through retro T shirts, I was looking up at the big blue sky and saw this heart-shaped cloud. Pretty cool. And free of charge.
This time of year at the flea market, you can find all sorts of fresh fruits and veggies ~ like these beautiful tomatoes. Home Grown. In the soil, no less. Would make a tasty addition to a home grown BLT.
If you’re old enough to remember this, then you are pretty darned old. And dig those pink flamingos and blue chairs.
Love the colors of these glass bottles.
Cheese! Patron saint of dentists, perhaps?
I’m in this mess of stuff. Can you see me?
No big surprise finding Confederate flags for sale at the Nashville Flea Market. They’re always available. Today we saw them everywhere. This vendor said he had to raise his price on them because they were in such demand now and he can’t keep them in stock for long. No big surprise there, either. Was tempted to buy one just for the heck of it. We did buy one of his beautiful American flags, stitched and (perhaps) tea dyed to look aged (not the one in the frame BTW). We’re going to hang it in our hallway.
A cool metal Tennessee sign. In Big Orange, of course.
153 days or 13,193,304 seconds until Christmas (yeah, I Googled it) This Santa can’t believe it, either. Good thing he’s in a display case with a watch so he can count down the seconds until the big day.
Green eyed lady, lovely lady
Hey I just met you
And this is crazy
But here’s my number
So call me maybe
Blackbird singing in the dead of night …
Hey, I’m on a roll with these song lyrics.
The gang’s all here. Let’s party!
Hey, hey, we’re the monkeys!
Snappers! For a minute there, I thought we were in Florida. Felt like Florida today.
This chair made me sad. I don’t even know why.
There is nothing automatic about this contraption, whatever it is.
You can make up your own caption for this.
These signs are always at the flea market. I’d love to have this one. We’re all here because we’re not all there.
I don’t even know what this is.
Greetings from the Nashville Flea Market! Me and the hubby ~ gratuitous selfie, photo-bombed by the Confederacy. [I tell you, they were everywhere.] I did end up with a red neck, though. The sun was brutal. Almost melted once or twice out there. So glad we could escape to the air conditioned buildings now and then.
One of those books you might need but you’re not sure why. Apparently, a manual on how to shoot perpetual trouble, volume 17 for those of us who are annoyed by Roman numbers.
This is by far the wackiest thing I saw today. $400 for the pair. Wouldn’t want to break up this couple. They would be great fun on Halloween.
Disclaimer: there is no Jack in these barrels
Strangest combo I saw today ~ Pez dispensers corralled in a bed pan
One more delicious reason to go to the Nashville Flea Market. Yum!
When we got home, we enjoyed supper with Kelly and Knox at Ocha (and a Coke with Mom and Dad ~ that’s us!)
A couple of Minions joined us
Knox already owned one Minion. He found another one that someone had left behind at the park today. He likes them. The movie, not so much.
Sorry I cut your head off, Kelly.
Happy TGIF, y’all!!