First Flea Market Experience

Believe it or not, I've never really been to a flea market.  I say that I've never really been simply because I have gone two other times in my life and that was years ago and at the request of others.  I didn't go to actually look for something to buy.  Well, I went yesterday with the intent to buy and boy was that an experience.  I didn't even know where to start.  When I finally decided on a path, it was a path covered in cobwebs.  I walked straight into cobwebs.  The old me would have screamed and ran for the hills, but I have toughened up over the years.  After I brushed the cobwebs off my face, I finally came across one item worth purchasing.  This old stool:

I thought it showed potential so I quickly picked it up and had it set aside while I browsed around a bit more.  Truth be told, there was a ton of  "real" junk (like dolls with missing heads kind of junk) and I was ready to leave.  So I made my purchase, made sure I didn't walk into anymore cobwebs, and took leave of that place.  What I didn't realize until I loaded this little stool into the backseat of my husband's car, was that it also had cobwebs under the seat.  Not only were there cobwebs, but the little creatures that spun those webs were there as well.  I couldn't catch them (I was afraid to).  I figured they were in the back and wouldn't crawl into the front seat while I was driving.  I also figured that this hot Texas sun will kill them before my husband goes to work on Monday.  So in my mind, the problem is solved.  All of that for this little stool . . .

For now it's sitting in my little hideout (storage room).  I have to clean it, remove the old paint or whatever this stuff is that is flaking off like a layer of skin, and figure out what color to paint it.  I wonder why they call these places flea markets.  This particular market had spiders . . .