Brimfield was fantastic. We spent a lot of time browsing and exploring and only managed to see a fraction of the market. It was pretty overwhelming for a gal like me (=can't make up her mind) but after keeping a little log of all the stuff we loved, the one thing (when G asked as we deliberated) that I knew I would regret not getting was this little unsigned oil painting:
I kind of love her in all her anonymous glory. We also got some old typesetting letters and an old spinning postcard rack and a hefty, nicely seasoned cast iron pan. Productive hunting/gathering with some money left over for soft pretzels and fruit smoothies. (Sorry, Andrea, no Footloose cassette. I think I may have my own in the basement, though, if you're interested. It got some serious playtime in 1985, let me tell you.)
I will confess, though, that I am the world's sorriest haggler. Is it the amount I suggest? the way I say it? my nervousness? my rookie status stamped on my forehead? I need lessons.
Speaking of lessons, here's what I learned, should you be interested:
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Listen: Regina Spektor ~ Folding Chair