The flea market continues to be a source of nothing but frustration for me this year. I wander around aimlessly, finding nothing to buy, falling in love with only one item that is already sold, or too expensive for me and go home disappointed.
It's always a huge mess doing this. And harder than hell with three kids underfoot. And makes me wish like crazy for enough money to hire a painter. Nearly 6 years in my walls are much worse for the wear.
BUT! everything feels fresh and new and better. I still have big messes to finish cleaning up but I have some breathing space in here again.