Yes, I got up super-early on a Sunday to drive 3 hours to a flea market in Philly. It's the Brooklyn Philly Flea (an offshoot of the legendary Brooklyn Flea). Now, they're branching out to DC with District Flea, coming in September. Woo to the hoo! I'm always up for a roadtrip, especially when Fresh Vintage is on the other end—Chris was manning the booth, but Colleen showed up just as I was heading out. Bonus!
Here's the crazy part: I'm in a booth buying this chalk globe and I turn around and the woman next to me is Gail, the dealer who is RIGHT NEXT TO ME at Chartreuse. Here I was all proud of myself for a daytrip ... coinkydink or what? Anyway, I always knew Philly was hip and there were killer dealers in that city of brotherly love, but yowza. The wooden piece is a chalkboard made from an industrial sewing machine tabletop—all ready to hang. As to the globe, I've been wanting to try my hand at chalk globes, so this will be a research piece (for now)!
BUT. What I really needed was a killer score. Something that wasn't market price (which most of the merch was), but a true find that would make my heart sing and make a statement in my new booth for the August barn sale. Behold:
Yup. 9 AWESOME feet of chippy rusty yellow arrowness. For some reason, I'm obsessed with arrows, so this is a doozy. I know the photo sucks, but I wanted to keep the perspective of the car in the background.
I knew my new ride (2011 Honda Pilot) would come in handy. I thought it would be for VOLUME, but in this instance, it was LENGTH. This mamma jamma arrow fit—all the way to the dashboard, in between the seats. Sure, it's seen better days, but I will love it until the end of time. Or until it sells. Whichever comes first.