I've been going to Stormville flea market since middle school now and I think it is fair to say, after my experience on Sunday, that it is not like it use to be. I was very disappointed and will probably retire it from my summer junk searching adventures. With only one short row of antiques and a parallel row of terrible "newish" stuff, it didn't fill a quarter of the airplane field and lacked all treasures you used to be able to score there. I was able to go home, after about an hour, with a ship for $10 and a couple photos...
This little cardboard pine cone house is reminiscent of a few crafts I have worked on recently.
I love African masks—the workmanship that goes into one is pretty incredible.
This young lad was vigorously petting this bear head... until I snapped his photo. Then he ran away and I heard him say, "Daddy! That lady took my picture!" I pretended I didn't hear and kept walking... creep—me not Denis the Menace.
My Nana used to make funny people out of stockings. This old couple stuffed in a jar reminded me of her and Grandpa.