I promise not to complain about the weather any longer.
There's nothing I can do about it...
Spring will be here soon.
That's what the calendar is telling me anyway!
(Ugh. Even without trying to complain, I'm still kind of complaining... heehee.)
I just had to share this dream that I had last night.
My poor husband thinks that I'm nutso.
(But, I think you girls will understand.)
I jumped out of bed at 5:30 to tell him all about it while he was getting ready for work.

Here goes...
The family and I were at the beach collecting shells and other beachy things.
We wandered towards a wharf, where underneath was THE most amazing flea market that I have ever seen.
Tables and displays of things that had all washed up by the tide ~ including chandeliers, furniture, silverware, pottery, jewelry, books, etc.
Chippy, rusty, white, and perfect.

The best part was that we were the ONLY people there.
It was a personal flea market just for me ~ full of my favorite things.
The seller told me that he wanted me to have everything before the tide came in.
For FREE.

My husband loaded up the car.
Beautiful stuff was overflowing the trunk, the roof, the hood, even the glove box.
Then we drove home.
The end.

Think I'm jonesing for a flea market?
You too?
(Photos from Brimfield 2009, 2010)