We're having a little fun this flea - our vendors are inviting everyone they know and winning in the process! Come into the shop and let us know who invited you to the flea and one of our fabulous vendors will win BIG
My great-grandparents lived in a big craftsman bungalow in Bountiful. Grandma was a no-nonsense woman who spoke her mind and took no prisoners when it came to Grandpa, who she called "The Dr.". Yes, he was a Dr. but calling him that, really? He was a big red-head who loved my mom, being a physician, farming and collecting stuff, (I knew it was genetic).
He had a garage they called the barn and it was one of those places you could climb some wiggly wooden stairs and go on a hunt of epic proportions - think Jumanji meets National Treasure with a little Chuckie mixed in just to keep it lively. We spent hours fluffing dust bunnies and screaming about spiders as we rooted through years of accumulation.
OK, I know you are rolling your eyes after this diatribe but I really do have a point . . . this market vendor will present a stash that could rival the barn! Look at that plaid garment bag . . .come and see her Saturday!