“It’s friggen hot, man.” Emilia and I traveled around Italy about 20 years ago. In the afternoon it would get too hot to do anything. Every day, after trying to tour around, we would say “Let’s just get some gelato and go home.” This is our “Let’s just get some gelato and go home” look.
Ah, it seems like only yesterday I was bitchin’ about the cold weather at Brooklyn Flea. I knew the day would come when I’d long for the good old days of chilly, wet weather. That day arrived on Sunday.
My husband picked a great day to abandon me sans van to pick up his family. My man with van showed up only 15 minutes late and was a great help. No A/C, but luckily it was only a short distance. The brother in law stayed behind to watch some soccer matches at a local bar.
I was too hot to go looking for new discoveries, so enjoy the photos I took of Reclaimed Home and nearby booths.
How awesome is that crochet Elvis? Please note the jacket flung over chair. The brother in law felt the need to carry it with him yesterday. And it’s kind of heavy!
The brother in law purchased this guitar at the flea. His second since he arrived in the states last Thursday.
This little guy found a friend in our booth.
Jason Townsend’s partner flaked on him, so he only brought as much as he can carry on his back. He sold most of it, but the great shag rug did not sell. Nor did those fabulous shoes he modeled for us.
I spotted this from clear across the field. Mike from Mohawk Studios gets the “Best Butt Crack of the Day” award. S-E-X-Y!
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Thanks Pixie, took you long enough to notice! I had to show it off to you all day! I’d like to thank the Plumbers association for teaching me my techniques! When do I get the certificate?
We were told by everyone that we had the best location in the lot – a nice cross breeze and a big tree behind us. And we had our tent. The tentless vendors, especially in the center, must have felt like potatoes in the oven.
It really was too hot, though. Our neighboring vendors both looked like they were going to have heat stroke, and they left around 2:30. We left at 3:30, as there was just no business. Even those who came into the booth were too tired to look through the silverware, which is always a good seller for me. My business partner told me that she went home and got in the shower fully dressed just to cool off, after seeing kids on the block running through the hydrant.
I had to return the Zipcar. I will never complain about cold again. Until this winter, anyway. My worst day, financially. What small sales I had, I spent on the excellent lemonaide from the Red Hook Vendors, and a scoop of great organic ice cream. We wisely bought our own water.
Sigh.
Mohawk, Oh, I noticed the belly shirt early in the day. But it was the rear view that inspired me to run over and shoot. The certificate is in the mail.
SN, I didn’t post how I had to sit down while loading the van afterwards because I thought I was going to faint. I now know that I can never be a contender on “The Amazing Race” because I had to run to catch the train back to Beacon at the end of the day and I just couldn’t.