While driving south into Faribault last week, I noticed a sign advertising a flea market for the upcoming Saturday. I mentioned to Gary that maybe we could host a stand at the flea market as a way to sell some of our stuff. We stopped in and found that a $20 donation to the History Center was all that was needed to reserve a spot. We thought we could recover our $20 and maybe make some money, while recycling our useable, but unwanted goods.

So, we signed up and had two days to gather and mark our stuff. That worked out well… since we didn’t have weeks to think about it…just a day to gather, and a day to mark.

We didn’t know we would end up with an ideal spot for our tables. We were under a shade tree the whole time, from 8 am -2pm. We had a money belt, coffee, and donuts …we were settled in for an adventure.

We did sell our things at a good price…cheap. We did get rid of a lot of our stuff. It was fun to people watch, and we had a several good interactions with people.
There were some interesting characters…one guy admitted to buying our stuff for cheap and told us he will sell it for a profit next spring! Good for him.

One guy was enthralled with an unusual buoy off a fishing net that my mother brought back from Norway in 1969. He said he’s never seen anything like it, and he bought it.

I printed up a story for the glass canister I had for sale. After an older woman from my church passed away years ago, her son gave me her one remaining painted-glass canister jar, which he knew I liked. She had told me she wanted metal canisters when she set up housekeeping in the 1940’s, but because of the war she had to settle for glass. A customer at the flee market saw that story and said she had to have the canister.

It made me feel good that some of our items were really appreciated, and going to good homes.
This new adventure for us, selling our wares at a flea market, was fun. We hope to do it again sometime.