I’ve reserved a space at the local monthly flea market and I’m staging my table this morning. This seemed to unhinge the cat a little bit and he howled forlornly as I laid out the table.
Everything is priced. Most things are polished. I’ve got three large boxes waiting to be filled and my back hasn’t given out. Yay.
Well, you did say “flea” market! 😉
Ah — that was a good one!