Friday, June 18, 2010
I've an insatiable appetite
for turf teeming with time-honored treasures, as evidenced by last week's flea market flit-by per usual below.'Tis a sordid shame the homey home cannot sustainthese vintage knick knacks in their entiretyalthough I shall candidly confessthat a premeditated meander to the flea marketne'er leaves me empty-handed.Cheers to a bloated apartmento and a bargain-exhausted coin purse.I've an inkling I might've forayed some vintage curios replete with Southern charm in gorgeous Georgia by now. Happy Friday, cheery chums. Stay tuned for next week's artillery of posts on Atlanta!