When I was growing up, my family didn’t have a ton of money (see: raised by hippie artist types), so a lot of my clothes were hand-me downs or thrifted. I remember the point I realized that not every clothing store carried only one of each article of clothing. Looking back, I don’t think I thought it was strange to be wearing a souvenir shirt for a place I’d never been (one of these days, I will get to Hawaii!). In high school, my wardrobe was full of vintage slips and secondhand children’s t-shirts. In my home growing up as well as my subsequent apartments, probably 75% the things once belonged to someone else.* I guess I, like so many people I know, am just a sucker for cool, weird shit that someone else didn’t want.
Which is lucky, because there’s a brand spankin’ new flea market in Somerville, just a short walk from our apartment. In prior weeks, I’ve scored some kitschy wall art, a bunch of earrings, and a sweet vintage bathing suit (more pics of that to come soon). My lady Jenny Z, a lover (and purveyor) of all things vintage and wonderful, hadn’t been yet, so we hit it up last Sunday, 90-degree heat and all.

Lovely Jenny Z.

Me and J-Z.

I wanted this, but couldn’t imagine carrying it in that heat.

Husband wanted to buy this painting to put in our bathroom. I wasn’t convinced.

Husband. You can see the polka dot skirt I ended up getting to the left of some green stripes.

Sandal weather.
Sweat notwithstanding, it was a successful trip. Jenny got a bunch of stuff, including this bracelet:
I picked up a vintage skirt, some maple sugar candy, and these old photos:

That little girl in the kimono looks eerily like me as a kid.
And our friend Dan Blakeslee was playing:
When we got home, the husband kindly agreed to help me with my first-ever outfit photos. It was (as I’ve mentioned) super steamy out that day, which inevitably brings out my dirty bohemian hippie side. I just got this dress at the Gap (not something I do often!) and have totally fallen in love with it.

Why yes, I did go braless.
(dress – Gap / sandals – MIA / earrings (if you can see them!) – thrifted / camera bag (greatest thing ever) – Jo Totes)
All in all, what I’d call a Nice Little Sunday. Davis Square Flea, thank you for making my summer. Oh, and be sure to check out Jenny’s new blog, too.
* When settling into my first apartment in Boston, I kept finding little items I’d put out in the common areas would mysteriously reappear back in my bedroom. I asked my friend/roommate about it; his response was “TOO MANY KNICKKNACKS!”