Flea market

The basement cellar falls under the purview of DH since he has the strength and height to shove our Samsonites onto a 2.5m high pile of boxes. And on the rare occasion that I pay our cellar storeroom a visit - I've always been shocked at the amount of stuff we seem to accumulate over time. Hence, probably as a result of my nesting-cum-putting-stuff-away instinct, I did something that I'd wanted to do for a long time today. I sold some of my junk at the flea market! Well, like they say, one man's junk is another man's treasure.

It was great fun. I teamed up with some friends and had a great time. It felt more like a picnic since there were sandwiches, hot Chinese tea & lots of good humour/gossip to go around.

A & S (left) with her handmade jewellery

However, business was a little slow since it was an overcast day. Here are some of the items that I sold.

- An 'art' sculpture that we'd gotten as a wedding gift - 3€
- A Zara bomber jacket - 4.50€
- A pair of Hello Kitty bedroom slippers - 3€
(I think these are a steal honestly)

The bottomline? Some spare change for Ben & Jerry ice-cream, an enjoyable (though tiring) afternoon and a basement that is now just a little bit emptier.

M, no longer a kirpputori (flea market) virgin
38 weeks exactly