Treasure Island Flea Market
I remember going to the local Flea Markets with my family when I was a little nugget. My Dad would always hold me close, knowing that I would get so excited from all of the trinkets and treasures that I would presumably get lost and then be the next kid on the back of the milk carton. I've always had a love for finding the most neglected pieces at second hand stores and giving them life again, which is why I get such thrill out of thrifting. Reinventing stranger's junk that once had a story into my own treasure.
When one of my best friends from college, Karinne, asked if I wanted to go to the Treasure Island Flea Market in San Francisco, the little girl in me lit up. I have lived in the Bay Area my entire life and I had never been to THE Treasure Island Flea Market.
It's refreshing to spend months away from an old friend and once you see each other it's like no time has passed. Cliche, I know. But the moment we got in the car we put on our favorite Hip Hop beats and danced the entire car ride into the city. Well, I tried to dance and then I realized my granny ass forgot how to dance to hip hop. Is this what aging feels like?!
It's like, "Find the beat, Jayme. Find it. Find it. Nope. NOPE. STOP IT. Stop it right now."
Well, we bargained, thrifted, basked in the warm San Francisco sun, and met some old and new furry friends along the way. Here is a video of our day at the Flea Market. Enjoy!
What are your favorite flea market finds? Would love to hear what treasures you have found in the past.