stuff you don’t know you need
dress appropriately to your surroundings.
i’ve been dragged to aberfoyle many a time as a skeezy teenager. much more fun to go back as a dickhead adult. canada’s oldest eh? last weekend for it too and free admission.
didn’t buy this why?
another regret. i’ll take born again, you take jesus saves. lets do this.
ADORABLE. WANT.
you are a.
so many vendors were doin’ 50% off everything jams. best day to go.
checking the wares. dig the coloured glass.
my impression of how beautiful you are.
my new hippie stoner drinking implement flutes. 50% off! talked the guy out of one more dollar after that, ten even, despite the woman vendor giving some ‘tude. if people shoot down your haggling the way i see it, their loss. have fun packing that all up again brah. i drank a mimosa out of one of these last nite.
my favourite building/house/pile of junk space. so many kooky cats wandering around with weird hair, outfits (antiquing bonus is all the goof sightings) all riffing their zany convos across the room to each other and clearly all the vendors are tight, you could just wander around all day puttering from stall to stall, seems like a great life to me (when you’re old and squirly). anyway i digress…
she started it.
aside from not too terribly morose persons, it’s the wacky ones who steal my heart.
never trust anyone with an uncluttered space.
i fainted every time i came across vintage christmas ornaments.
oh you flirt.
scottish hat 85 bones. i didn’t even bother trying to haggle that one. though this hat deserves me, plus my grandmother was from scotland. sidenote: studied at cambridge.
sunny day out eh?
somewhere out there is a great comedian.
how blind were people?
i’ve a tight green vintage army coat i have no idea where to wear.
wanted it. woman wasn’t price budging.
a new hat is spied.
public enemy inaug.
fly persons only.
woah. lancelot, relax. who even has something like this? awed.
one wasn’t enough. 4 more of these in the stacks.
hello scout.
new friend.
fall is flyin’ right on by, huh?
the red room is a little ridiculous. check my new gym.
bonus sexy black socks.
my brain cannot even process what its eyes are being glared at.
tons later of course.
that painting is awesome. i can’t even tell what is happening there.
heaven and some mad street cred.
that painting is terrifying, clearly the product of a seriously deranged mind. I would have bought it on the spot. your hair looks fab.
massive roots are hidden.
http://bp2.blogger.com/_1Fij7uuDkdY/SDDBhPyMtDI/AAAAAAAABDI/Avnq9HB27zI/s1600-h/may18+001.jpg
look its like we went together
well not really but
ive never seen anyone rock a beret well, period. looks awesome.
BIGGEST SIGH EVER THEN ANOTHER ONE ON TOP OF THAT
new friend kewpie is the cutiest!
F the paintings, dolls, hats etc, the sword is coolest.
Looks like you had a good day for it. Haven’t been there forever…stopped all the collecting and clutter
It had its day and time.
Now you can enjoy antiquing without the ghosts of your parents…
What kind of eye shadow were you wearing, if you don’t mind my asking? It’s so subtle but pretty.
bonne belle bronzer on my eyebrow line and maybelline’s velvet crush on my lids.
Those vintage ornaments…I sighed while you fainted. I do have some I got from my Great Grandmother.
I like how there is a bong in this one
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2609/4046912086_8dc93f1420.jpg
top right.
that red hat looks real good.
also, i had something else really vital to say but now i forget.
breanna checked, unfortunately not a bong
Thanks!
Every time you mention Aberfoyle I get homesick. But then I remember how much I wanted the HELL out of Puslinch Township while I was living there.
Last year, I lost the jade horn from a necklace some old guy gave me for free at that market when I was still in grade school. Siggggggggh indeed. Need to go back and get me some new chintziness. Soooo much wonderfully tacky jewelry to be had!
am I the only one creeped out by the box of hollow doll heads?
I have a box of cards for that stereoscope but sadly no scope
What? Not a bong? Who would keep that as a vase? I mean, I always used to pretend mine was when parents would come over to our place, but actually?
Weird. It even has the grip on it.
Alright, end of my weird fascination with the non-bong bong.
looked all over it, no hole!
Other than the sweet photos comment I would say my other comment is that I wonder if that red jacket is from RMC at all. Hmmmmm. This would bug Brian for weeks if he saw it.