Today I met Rick Bowes and Kaaron Warren and her family to check out The Garage fleamarket on 25th street. Kaaron and I barely made it through the top floor. There are two floors and we started with the top one--Rick was out and back again twice before we were done. K's family went to the children's museum and were to meet us later for lunch.
Ok, so what did I pick up?
A vintage Mickey Mouse watch (on time even now, several hours after it was wound at the fleamarket), a large (very heavy) vintage iron that's a strange shape--narrower and longer than those I've usually seen), and a couple of amber colored little bottles. I saw lots of lovely Chinese stuff I'll go back for when I start my serious Xmas shopping.

Kaaron brought me some cannibal forks.
Here's what they can look like --the ones she gave me are different but you can get the idea from this photo and article
cannibal fork

We met the family around 3:30 and ate a quick late lunch/early dinner at the Heartland Brewery on Union Square. We'd hoped to eat at Chat n Chew--I thought it would be fun for kids, but it was way too crowded and I didn't think we'd get served quickly enough for a non-nervewracking meal. They had to catch a train back to NJ.

From: [identity profile] matociquala.livejournal.com


It occurs to me that mere possession of a cannibal fork is an excellent threat.


(It's Elizabeth Bear. *g*)
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*makes note that when Ellen says "let's have lunch," to check and make sure someone MORE special is also invited...*

From: [identity profile] desayunoencama.livejournal.com


My father does the garage flea market every weekend. I keep telling Rick to go visit his office; my father mostly sells wholesale jewelry and jewelry parts, but he bought a closeout of a toy store in Harlem that was filled with things like black angels and santas (http://www.flickr.com/photos/desayunoencama/302117376/) and all these vintage toys that his regular jewelry customers aren't interest in... Maybe you should drag him up there one day and browse yourself (I can email you the office number).

What you'd really love, though, is Buenos Aires: the San Telmo flea market, etc. For instance, here's a photo of the window of a store you'd like:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/desayunoencama/1979681525/

From: [identity profile] kaaronwarren.livejournal.com


We could have spent all day at the flea market. So many treasures, so little time, so little space in my suitcase...
As for the cannibal forks; if Ellen starts biting her tongue at you during dinner, watch out! That means she thinks you look tasty.
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are there...


3 prongs or 4 on your cannibal forks? & do you know the WONDERFUL xydeco-inspired Mark Knopfler song "Cannibals?"

From: [identity profile] mjlayman.livejournal.com


Long narrow irons were usually used to press seams and to press into small spots. There are modern irons that are roughly the same shape for the same purposes. Personally, I don't buy clothes that have to be ironed.

From: [identity profile] foresthouse.livejournal.com


OH. I love flea markets. Also that would be an excellent place for me to Christmas shop, too, since my budget is tiny this year. Thanks for the idea!

From: [identity profile] ellen-datlow.livejournal.com


I was at a Cape Cod fleamarket years ago (I think it was Cape Cod) where they were selling native American jewelry by the gram rather than by the turquoise, quality of workmanship, etc. I bought a ring and a couple of bracelets but shoudl have bought a ton more.
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