Odd Bits of Transfer Ware

These early Sunday morning departures are what summer is all about!  I load up the granny cart in the way-back of Big Jane and drive over to get the “boys” (Don and John) and we are off…it is barely 7 am, the three of us are blurry from too much Saturday night and in my case..not enough Saturday night!  We make a hasty stop at the Dunkin Donuts on Fresh Pond where they always get our drive-through order  incorrect, which is okay, it is coffee.  In today’s case it was iced!  We hit 93 North, each thinking of the “treasures” we are about to find sixty miles up the road!  We talk of fashion and how the two of them will change my image…given half a chance and a large bundle of money I could be quite current (or so they say).  Sometimes we talk about the perfect meal or the perfect shop. We talk about our parents (lovingly, of course).  Sometimes I talk about assorted marriages (mine and others!), and before you know it, we are pulling Big Jane into a dusty field.  It is then that we see amazing things leaving in the arms of earlier risers than ourselves…we wonder if there is anything left!  Silly us!  There is always plenty to lust after, to  barter for, to be inspired by.  I love June!  I love Rowley!  I love early morning adventures, and I love these two boys who, given half a chance, and a good plastic surgeon, could make me chic!

Rowley Footwear

Given the state of an open field, the number of  ticks per square inch, the heat of the day…I have to give this brave, wonderful soul an award!  We talked…she with her painted toes and tattoos  and tall heels and me in the practical tennies…about “what was she thinking…???”  She was on her way to church (by way of Phoenix, Arizona) and didn’t even “think” about a flea market!  She did say her shoes were French Market, and she never leaves home without them.   I love people’s stories and I loved her spirit!