The Best Kinds of Weekends Are Three Days Long

Like a true adult, I woke up at 9am this morning (the alarm was set for 10, but I guess my body decided it had had enough, as I fell asleep around 11:30 last night), walked up to Ugly Mugs for a cup of coffee, and was at the Flea Market by 11.

It's a great day for perusing the stalls, with the squinty kind of overcast sky, and not too terribly hot.  I saw some pretty neat stuff, like this copper cowboy plaque.

And this old set of chalk pastels.

This Africa-emblazoned pocketbook was pretty cool.

But this colorful scarf and mini wallet are what made the cut.

(photos by e.hunt)