This is Brimfield week, when a tiny town in the middle of nowhere hosts one of the largest flea markets on the East Coast. Pastures become fields of booths, filled with just about anything old, dusty and damaged, precious and antique, and useless and weird. There are a only a few booths selling reproductions, and too many vendors selling repros without realizing it. You have to be careful. Prices can be very good, or way out of line. It’s that sort of place. I love it.
With so much to look at, it’s hard to sift through it all and find that one object of your desire. It’s good to go with an open mind and to stumble on something unexpected. But, it doesn’t hurt to have a focus. Mine, of course, is chickens. It seemed like everywhere I turned, there was something related to poultry.
Within the first ten minutes, I found these paper feed bags, which I though quite fitting, what with my previous post and the giveaway. They were only $2 each!
Those came home with me, but much didn’t. Like this feeder:
Just seeing and photographing it was enough for me. Who knew that feeders like this existed?
I liked seeing this globe waterer, too.
There were toys.
There were plenty of vintage items from Easters past.
I particularly liked this dapper chick.
He didn’t come home with me, but this plastic hen did.
The one item that I wanted, but did not buy, was this windmill weight. I love it’s modern lines, and the fact that the windmill could have had a boring block balancing weight, but had this rooster instead. Useful and quirky is right up my alley.
Should I go back tomorrow and see if it’s still there?