I needed to escape this singed city over the weekend, so I headed north…to a place just as blistered and scorched as San Antonio — Fort Worth! Even at 7:30 a.m. I was a sweat machine. But the heat didn’t stop me from junking! I met up with one of my bestest buds, and we headed over to the Red Shed in Grapevine for some French flea-ing. I LOVED that shop and picked up quite a few goodies, including a couple of key rings from France and some delicious scones, muffins and cookies. As you know, a full tummy is essential to successful junking. And a bake sale at a market is one genius idea my Benjamins will always support.
Our next stop was the cattle barn flea market in Ft. Worth. And while we arrived by 9:30 a.m., we didn’t beat the heat. Good grief. Not too many lookers, but lots of great bargains. I picked up a plant stand and some nesting tables, some French lithographs, old picture frames, McCoy pottery, an old display stand of some sort, a “think pink” wig display and many other goodies.
A trip to the metroplex wouldn’t be complete without a stop at Mama’s Pizza. We met my friend’s husband at the Arlington location, which used to be a Pizza Inn, I think. Mama’s always stirs up college memories, as I gained my freshman 15 pigging out on their breadsticks and creamy Italian dressing. There was an estate sale very close to Mama’s, so of course we stopped by. It was quite possibly the strangest estate sale I’ve ever seen. There wasn’t a single thing that was old. It didn’t look like there was anything purchased before the turn of THIS century! In fact, the sellers had furnished their home simply by buying out, it would appear, a Cantoni store. Lots of expensive modern furnishings and decor. Not my thing.
Our afternoon was split between stops at Golightly’s and LoneStar Antiques. And we had an opportunity to watch someone try desperately to stuff a piece of furniture into a small car, exchanging not a word with them, but sharing an “I feel your pain” meeting of the eyes. Braum’s quenched our thirsts with fresh-squeezed Limeade. Yum. We also visited a vintage record store on Montgomery in Ft. Worth. They’d relocated just two weeks prior from their previous Hurst location. I picked up some vintage tees for my sons and really enjoyed their A/C. In fact, I think I may have judged my junking stops this weekend more on cool air than cool junk.
Sunday I was back in San Antonio, where I hit my usual flea market. I lasted until 10 a.m. Then I headed into my air conditioned minivan for some relief before sweating it out again, hauling my finds into the shop. We’ve had a great June, despite being hotter than the gates of Hell. And even though there’s no heat relief in sight, the junking must continue. I’m already looking forward to stalking that unnamed-shop-that-won’t-open on Wednesday. Maybe I’ll get lucky…
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