Memorial Day and Beyond . . .

Beginning with Memorial Day and ending with Labor day and every Monday in between, I have to get up at about 4:30 am, load up my van, and drive an hour and a half to the flea market I work at during the summer. There is everything there. The town doesn't even have a stoplight. The population is barely three digits, but during the summer, the flea market can be a pretty busy place. Are there fleas there? Probably. My first year there, I was out in the dust bowl right next to the dumpster. Not exactly prime real estate for selling jewelry. Especially if the wind was wrong. I almost gave up. Last year, I nabbed a spot in the pavillion right near the entrance. That made quite a bit of difference. My sales almost tripled. You can get just about anything at this flea market. Antiques, collectibles, dollar store stuff, tube socks, Amish jams and jellies, plants, sunglasses, purses, chainsaw art, quality silver-smithed jewelry, afghans, popcorn, welded lawn art, hand-crafted gemstone and sterling jewelry (that's me), birdhouses, magnetic jewelry, elastic jewelry, squishy toys, sparkle purses, and so much more.