
It is perhaps a good thing that I don't live near my favorite Flea Market of all times: The Central Florida Fairgrounds Flea Market. It is home to all sorts of oddities and curiosities perfect for a mixed media artist. Ever since we were little, we'd go almost every single weekend to see what treasures were waiting for us. My dad would look for tools and whatever car parts were needed. My mom would look for dishes and ceramic figurines and miniature perfume bottles and of course the fresh fruit. Cynthia and Sheila would look for jewelry, divination tools like rune stones and tarot decks, and unique bottles to put in still-lifes. My brother would look for bike parts, books on languages (and James Bond), and paint-ball paraphernalia. At first I always had my eye out for toys or the occasional free kitten. Eventually my mom and I would collect VHS tapes of movies we hadn't seen. Then, when we started going less, I would look for spice jars and mirrors. I just realized that as soon as our family started to fragment off, our familial rituals, however mundane, became fewer and fewer.

After walking around the flea market, I met up with Iviva Olenick for coffee. It was wonderful to catch up with her! Not to provoke nasty jealousy or anything, but I am now the proud owner of one of her delightful embroidered pieces.
2 comments:
Of course it was a Sunday I wasn't there! Would have loved to see you. Hope you enjoyed it...at least you found Whimsy and Spice!
Figures that the weather would be nice when you're not there, right? I'm starting to get Sundays off, so perhaps another one. It'd be really great to see you as well.
I did find Whimsy and Spice and I will be gorging myself on their caramel marshmallows shortly.
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