The first step of my dream - completed

I have wanted to write about my adventures in flea marketing for a long time.  I call them the "Fleasing" of America. There is something about pulling up to an open field full of tables with vendors and lots of wonderful old items just calling out your name "Take me home, Ginger".  And yes, I have taken home lots of stuff even I couldn't believe I had bought. But I totally dig not knowing the true history of the items I have purchased. I mean, it could of come from some famous person, a nut job or just some regular joe but I like to imagine and think about the story it could tell me about its life. The item could have had a happy life or it could have had sadness. I know that when I get it home I will put it in a beautiful place and make sure that it has a great life. There is just something about taking home a wonderful treasure that has a past. Like all of us, we can be happy and sad but with a little tlc everthing will be ok. That is how I feel when I rescue that wonderful find at the flea market.  Dream about junk and you will wake up tomorrow with beauty.