It's been around 50 degrees the past two weekends, so we have made a return to the flea market.
I actually love the flea market this time of year. There are just a handful of vendors, very little crowds and cheap prices. Much better than the usual summer insanity.
This weekend I picked up these old baby beads. ("Those aren't clean enough for the baby," the lady told me. No really, I was going to feed her lead paint!) They are hanging in Sammi's room as "decor" not toys, no worries.
And a super cheap pile of stinky tablecloths.
Last weekend's find was super fantastic, but until I have more than 10 seconds to myself it isn't ready to make it's debut.
And on that note, the baby is screaming, Jack wants to do science projects and I just want to finish the sewing project I have strewn about the living room.
Hurry up spring. For real. :-)