The Flea Market Visit

The first day at Arkansas, Carla and I was on the way to rent a motor to drain the pond for fishing. I noticed Carla mentioning about the Flea Market couple of times in the conversation.

When she came to know that I had no idea about the flea market, on the way back home, we got into a flea market.

I never seen something of this sort in India. And I found that interesting and something I love to do back home.

For those people who don't know what a flea market is:

A flea market (or swap meet) is a type of bazaar that rents space to people who want to sell or barter merchandise. Used goods, low quality items, and high quality items at low prices are commonplace.

You can rent a space for say, $30 and keep the items you want to sell out. It can be the things which is eating up your space at home, not much used for the past few months, or you created as a hobby part. Sell those things or exchange it for the things of your interest.

A recommended place to visit.

The whole room was divided into sections and you can rent a section to show off and sell your stuffs. 

The presentation skills matters at this place. What I could see was the efforts to catch the attention of the customers first. That's a tough competition around. I spend lot of time wondering at the way they have decorated things all around. It was so captivating.

Looks like a used jacket with some attractive designs on it.

The Cow 'Girl' boots. I wanted to get this for Ani. Visualizing the boot coming on to my face back in India, dropped the plan of getting it :)

The home made soaps. An example of simple decoration with an attractive view.

Things for the living room. I believed those as junks. But not everything. They can add colors to the room for sure.

Loved this wooden chair. 

The memory tower. Someones creativity. 

The wooden wind mills

This is definitely Ani's are of interest. The stitch kit section.  

Gone creative with the reusables... 

This room has an ambiance of a night time. Probably a good time for a story.

With a Troll Toy...