One of the reasons we love flea markets?
The incredibly weird stuff we find there.

 You would be hard pressed to find anyone in the blogisphere,
who appreciate repurposing more than me.  But these doll
head lamps?  Nope.

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Why do cute baby doll heads look so evil when
they're sitting beside antique embalming tools?

Okay, that's better . . . . eerily, I frequently see that book,
Very Special People, at flea markets and thrift shops.

Is it even legal to sell real human skulls?

Where do vendors find stuff like expired

passports, spy stilettos and fake IDs?

Is that Hans Solo inside a vintage home sauna?

Some people see recyclable sheet metal.
Southerners see wall art.

"It's a little chilly in this armor, Guv'na"

 Yewwwwwwww!!!!

Let's glove up, guys.

 Wow.  That's one big flip-flop.

A bomb and a little jet to put it in!

Whoever thought plastic upholstery material
was a good idea was actually an idiot.

Evaluation Center for Disturbed Women?!
I need one of these.


Okay, here's the REAL reason we love flea markets:
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A few years ago a Virginia woman bought a 'lost' (i.e., stolen) original
Renoir painting for $7 at a flea market.  Worth over $100,000, the
woman admitted that she bought the painting for the frame, not
suspecting it was a valuable work of art.  Keeps us pickin', right?!