My post-holiday, post-illness, post-hottest summer in the history of the world has me itching to be outside.
The weather we are having lately is unbelievable with a capital UN. The temps are in the upper 60s, the nights are crisp, the sun is shining….it is perfection.
So, like any normal person, I decided this would be a great time for a trip to Canton. The world’s largest and most amazing flea market. Tomorrow Faith (age 16) and I are going to make a whirlwind, quick as lightening 6 hour drive to my happy place.
When I was in labor with my children and the midwife told me to close my eyes and picture a place where I could relax, I pictured Canton.
Just to prepare you, if I bring back a picture of myself at Canton from this week, I will probably be wearing exactly the same thing. That’s my flea market uniform. I like the skirt because it has pockets. The shoes have the comfort of tennis shoes with the coolness of a sandal. The purse fits across my chest so I don’t have to figure out how to hold it and it has an outside pocket big enough for my phone and sunglasses. Pretty much the purse that dreams are made of.
That cart, if you remember, has been improved. Last fall when we went to Round Top I gave the cart a makeover.
I hope to come home with everything I need to finish redoing the girls’ rooms and add some storage to the boys’ room. Three kids to a room means a serious challenge for this OCD, tidy Mamma. Everything in the rooms has to look great, be neat, easy to keep clean and cheap. Oh, and be basically indestructible.
I will show you pictures of my amazing finds when I get back.
That is, of course, AFTER I sleep for a couple of days to recover from the extreme driving challenge. I’ve never done it all in this short amount of time.
It’s the cost you pay for the best shopping in America.
Totally worth it.
P.S. I’ll be doing constant updates on Twitter from there with plenty of fun pictures of things we can’t live without. If you’re not following me on Twitter you will miss all of the FUN!