Sunday, May 08, 2011

Bellwood Flea = broken heart.

Well, it wasn't that bad, but we didn't find the amazing random thing for the garden that we might have. I am in danger of whining about how much better thrifting and flea markets were back in the day, here. Here's an upbeat way of looking at it: Cool things I remember getting at Bellwood include my ICE sign, a book by Richmond author Mary Johnston, and the black spikey lamp with a ball (that I painted aqua) in the middle.

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