Saturday we went to the Brimfield Antique Show for the first time. It's the craziest flea market I've ever been to—about a mile long and several hundred yards wide. We arrived around 10am and didn't leave until 5pm. After awhile everything started to blur together into one massive pile of rusty tools, vintage fabric, and mahogany furniture. Not to say that I didn't enjoy myself and come home with some pretty good finds (more on those to come). But first, here's a bit of what we encountered.
Dave took this one. I wish it really were Christmas! (Then it wouldn't be 95 degrees out.)
This seller had nothing but old wind-up Victrolas and their accoutrements. I love these little dogs.