For a moment, I thought my dog had fleas, then I realized it was a trip to the flea market I was itching for.
(ok,lame joke, moving on...)
One of my favorite parts about being back in Southern California, is the Rose Bowl Flea Market. I love the thrill of finding a great deal and something unique. Mostly, making those early morning trips to the RB reminds me of my childhood, when my mom used to drag us kids and teach us how a good bargain was dealt.
I came home with some 1960s ashtrays, which I will use as jewelry dishes (because smoking sucks) and a vintage gold clutch, cheaper than the parking fee...
love you sweets!