In case you haven't heard, it's been downright toasty here in Los Angeles. And so, like the silly creatures we are, Scott and I gathered a small group for a trip to the once-a-month Rose Bowl Flea in Pasadena, thinking the crowds might stay away. Of course, it was swamped as ever. The only difference was the speed of browsing - patrons (us included) oozed like sweaty zombies through the sticky, humid heat, dizzy with the effort of walking and reaching out for $5 cups of lemonade like they flowed from a desert water fountain. At any rate, Megan found a tray, we all threw up our hands at the end of an unsuccessful search for the perfect bar cart, and Scott and I documented a bunch of weird stuff on our cameras (above). Enjoy.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
flea market finds
In case you haven't heard, it's been downright toasty here in Los Angeles. And so, like the silly creatures we are, Scott and I gathered a small group for a trip to the once-a-month Rose Bowl Flea in Pasadena, thinking the crowds might stay away. Of course, it was swamped as ever. The only difference was the speed of browsing - patrons (us included) oozed like sweaty zombies through the sticky, humid heat, dizzy with the effort of walking and reaching out for $5 cups of lemonade like they flowed from a desert water fountain. At any rate, Megan found a tray, we all threw up our hands at the end of an unsuccessful search for the perfect bar cart, and Scott and I documented a bunch of weird stuff on our cameras (above). Enjoy.
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