The exiting thing about living with four seasons is all the firsts. My spring highs consists of the first soft ice (not there yet), first spring flowers (snowdrops, crocus and eranthis), the first window cleaning (so not there yet, haha) and the return of the outdoor flea markets. First one of the year was Sunday, right down my street, and I really couldn't be bothered to rush it. How strange is that? It was too close to home for me to feel stressed, so I only got there by the end.
Current obsession: mirror images and reflections. As you have probably noticed..
Ah, how much better that shot would have been without the car.
More and more of the local antique stores are going out of business and fashion stores, galleries and cafés are taking over. The market had a little too much fashion mixed in for my taste, giving the old fleas the feel of a fashion outlet, ugh. The funny thing though, is how the locals set up improvised shops on the sidewalks, making it more of a community event. It has been my dream for a while to launch "Swap Sundays" on the playground, something half flea market and half swapping event. Maybe I will pull myself together and do something about it. Can't you just see it happening? And maybe some of the small bikeshops will come along and sell us fresh pancakes and hot coffee?
Collecting cosy, cool and funny hangers has lost its charm, the world has caught on, and they have become too expensive. On to the next overlooked item, that is where the fun is. I got three cigar boxes full of developed film in 1950s paper containers, that a seller was about to throw out. Free is the new cheap.