Few things give me more pleasure than spending five straight hours at a flea market. I caught a ride to the Alameda flea last weekend with the lovely Hummingbird Girls, Annalise and Jen, and we merrily picked and pawed our way through the hundreds of stalls. After a few hours in the sun (it was a miraculously hot day) we were communicating solely in grunts, squeals and moans. There was also quite a bit of profanity whenever we stumbled upon a particularly exciting rack of clothes ("Look at this fucking amazing dress!") and plenty of flea market weirdos to bond with. In the end I filled up that yellow tote bag I'm carrying in the photos above, so much that I could barely drag it back to the car. And yes, I did buy the silly stuffed peach toy.
shoes vintage ferragamo
Annalise looked like a doll, as always.
Wind + wrap dress = lots of eeks
How darling is Jen? I wanted to steal those shoes right off her feet.
Pretty sure I swore like a vintage-obsessed sailor when I spotted this rack...
Jen bought this magical parasol and instantly became the envy of every lady there.