The market opens at 4 am and closes around 2 pm. I had to work at the jewelry store yesterday, so I had to get there early, then truck it to work.
I had the best time. I listened to old hymns on those old country roads. There wasn't too much fog. My GPS got me there just fine. I parked and as I got out of my car, I heard crickets. I realized how early it really was. And the weather was so cool! Almost cold for me. Right away wished I had an oversized sweatshirt on. Maybe like the LSU one that I want for my birthday. I started to walk in my black patent leather flip flops, and I immediately realized that I was overdressed. The {6 am} dew was too wet for flip flops, anyway. You needed tennis shoes! Rule #1 when going to markets, antique shows, antique malls: underdress; you don't want them marking up the price because you look like you can afford more.
While trekking through the wet grass, I found some stuff. I found 2 orange lamps with bulbs and shades for a price you wouldn't believe. I told the man that I really liked them; they were unexpected. Really unexpected for me. I said, "My husband won't believe what I'm coming home with; I'm not exactly the orange-lamp-buying-kinda- girl."
Those huge orange lamps came home with me along with a few other steals. On my drive out of the parking lot, I saw a burly, old man. He had a thick, white beard and was wearing overalls. He had a leash and was walking his black cat. A cat. Another man was literally walking in one direction with his eyes starring back at the scene in the opposite direction. I got a little chuckle...by myself, of course. You'd be crazy to think that A.Lee would get up at 4:30 for anything but hunting or a flight.
I enjoyed my time by myself. I hope this becomes sort of a Wednesday {early} morning ritual. I just have to remember how early.
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