Fleaing Springfield

 Chucks knew something "flea-y" was up when I planned my route to my cousin's house by the backroads.  I was supposed to be there by eleven to celebrate her granddaughter's five-year anniversary of being in remission.

It is about fifty miles.

I left at seven!

Is it my fault that there is a flea market in the small town of Springfield, South Carolina, halfway there?

I have not visited this market in years.  It is one of those which begins at five on Saturday morning and people start packing up by eight.

Not only did I squeeze in the flea market, but also an estate sale!


Did I fill my truck?  Sort of, but there was space left. 

Do I have a whole stack of cleaning and painting to do?  Sort of, but I may get out of some of the painting part.


At the estate sale, I bought a whole tub of cardboard spools of thread, and a vintage Duke's mayonnaise jar filled with vintage buttons, a Christmas tin, and an old yardstick (for use only in NYC and Penna. - why?).

I love the look of these spools.  I will show how I use them in another post.

The small cabinet is actually one side of a vintage vanity.

The cabinet has more than paid for itself by being a photo prop for this post!

Here it is with another flea find which may have real fleas inside.

A vintage pet carrier - the flap on the side rolls up to reveal a screen for air.

It appears the last residents were of the fowl variety because of the foul condition on the interior.

It will clean.

I am beginning to like the cabinet in its distressed black form.

Maybe it will just get cleaned.

 I found these two spiky things - I didn't know what they were until the vendor told me.

They were used as drying racks in a tobacco barn.  They have a red patina to them and I think they will wax up nicely.  The spikes are rusty.  

OOOH, rust!

A basket of old patterns for children's clothing.

A Thermos.

A kettle missing its top - looks like a planter to me!

I had to drive around the market to pick up the black cabinet.  It was too far to drag it.

Out of the corner of my eye as I turned the corner, I saw this.

This piece had my number at 3-2-1!

Here is the front of the creamy, dreamy dresser.  Solid oak - original everything - no wobbles or loose pieces - drawers work just fine.

I did not get to remove it from the truck.  It needs extensive cleaning and de-funkifying.

I think there is a wonderful white under all that dirt.

It may not need painting!

I finally found a basket I liked.  I really do not understand the lack of baskets at yard sales and flea markets the last few months.

Is one of you hogging all of them?

This basket is a big half-round one with a handle.

Now I have forgotten why I wanted a basket with these attributes.

A small collection of bottles.  None of them especially collectible, but perfect for what I want them for.  

Their makeover will be a future project.

Wait and see.












Fleaing Springfield was a delightful time. I plan to return in a few weeks to see if there are more treasures to be found.

Did I make it to my cousin's Alex's Lemonade Stand event?  Yes, I was even early! Read and meet Katelyn, a survivor of childhood cancer. We are so proud of her!

I must run - really, R-U-N!  Once again it is raining here.  Will it never end?  I have tags and painted things outside drying.

NOTE:  As I was proofing this post, Chucks came through the room and said, "At least you didn't drag all that stuff home!"  What he doesn't know will not hurt him.  I just have to make sure he does not look in the truck.

See y'all!









I will be over at Funky Junk Interiors for Party Junk 193!