On Saturday, I started my new little job at
Nest. On the way there (okay,
and on the way back) I stopped by this flea market at St. Pete's. It was pretty good, and it happens a lot, in different neighborhoods on different weekends.
Crystals, croquet, this tiny traincase (that is no longer available. Because I got it).
Most regretted "did not get" item?
The tiniest bear skin rug. Oops.
Anyway, it's a
regular thing you can* go to.
*"can" = "should", and looking at you Melissa, Carina, Amber, Kelly.