A flea market and a friend.

I grabbed my friend and we went on a road trip. We drove an hour and a half to The Three Speckled Hens flea market in search of treasures, old stuff, antiques and junk.  We found it all.  We both fell in love with this old yellow hutch but we had neither the money nor space in the car. We did, however come home with a vintage table cloth, glass jars and bottles, a galvanized pail and heart and 3 pomagranates that we pulled off the road to pick.  I think that might have been illegal. I felt so Thelma and Louise-ish. A fun day.