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Oh the things you will see

at the Pickens Flea Market.

Stunning, isn’t it?

Meanwhile I love Mr. Organic Man.  Especially when he says flirty things like “oh, for you?  just a dollar.”  Or when he promises me a special jar of coconut oil next week after an evil woman snatched the only jar as I was reaching for it.  Then she asks, “What do you do with coconut oil anyway?”  She didn’t deserve it. 

And lest you be confused in your own quest to find Mr. Organic Man at the flea market.  He is quite the opposite of organic as he chain smokes in his camo jumpsuit with his chain-smoking, camo jumpsuit cohorts.  Ah, but his flea market booth is fantastic.

More Fun at the Pickens Flea Market

I had such a great time today at the flea market.  My sister-in-law, Rebecca, joined me.  It is always more fun to enjoy the, um, sights, with a friend!

My favorite table today was this one:

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What an odd assortment of items to sale.  What is the strange pitch-fork thing with a hooked end?

However–the highlight!  My natural food guy was back after his long winter hibernation.  Today, I filled two bags for 20.00.  Check it out!  And nothing was expired. 

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That is:  2 boxes of bulgar wheat, 2 boxes of organic granola bars, 3 boxes of hazelnut crackers, 1 large container of almond oil, 3 jars of coconut oil, 1 box of tea, and 1 box of oat bran.  If you’ve ever bought coconut oil, you can guess why I’m so happy about my natural food guy’s return! 

We also had our first (and hopefully only) ultrasound today.  We did the free ultrasound at Greenville Technical College.  It was really interesting since it is a teaching module.  I learned more than I normally would.  Everything looked good–but, of course, they wouldn’t tell us if something was out of the ordinary.  They would send the info to our care provider.  But I definitely saw a three-vesseled cord, a four chambered heart, and a closed spine.  And yes, baby did share its gender.  I chose not to know.  And I haven’t a clue.  My husband chose to know and he better not tell anyone.  So don’t pester him. 

 

The baby’s name will be Cedar–regardless of gender.  The child had fingers in mouth and moved the whole time.  Cedar always moves.  Always.