Me: "Hi, guys, are you selling lemonade?"
Them: "Nope, we're sellin' fish!"
Them: "Fish...we're sellin' fish. Our neighbor took us fishin' today and this is what we caught. We got 2 of 'em."
With that one of the boys reached into a bucket full of muddy water and picked up a small, slippery fish (which immediately wiggled out of his grasp and plopped down into the bed of the wagon.
"Oops," he said.
Me: "How much?"
Them: "We're asking fifty bucks."
Me: With absolute shock on my face, "Wow, well, I can't take a fish, but I will give you fella's a donation for being so enterprising."
I just love the sheriff's badge and pilots wings on the young man holding the fish.
I've been very busy, but here are a few shots from my booth at Brimfield:
|A grand hoop made of cloth covered wire (for a hoop skirt.)|
|A French bed (twin size, made of iron) don't you just love the scroll work on the legs?|
|A collection of dress forms, some French, some American, most full scale, a couple half scale|
|I had several Vintage French Chemise's, which sold pretty quickly. I love them with jeans and a chunky belt.|