The flee market

This past saturday was a really stupid day fo me. I slept poorly, I burneNever again my hand on my coffee, and then I ran to the bus stop, because I was convinced that I would be late for work. Not until I got to the bus station where I transfer busses did I realise that I was an hour early. I started freaking out and raging about, until I just went "Meh" and took the bus to work. A bus in which the STOP signal buttons did not work. I ended up a stop further than I wanted, but that turned out to be a blessing.

Right there, in the central square of Vänersborg, the weekly flee market was setting up. Granted, most sellers were still unpacking, but it was still interesting.

I like flee markets, because you never know what you'll. I rarely find anything interesting, but when I do, it's usually weird, cute, or silly.

This doll kept staring at me.

It always amuses me to look at the things people will bring and try to sell. This particular market was filling up with your basic Old People's Attic stuff - baked goods, old ornaments in porcelain, plastic, and wood, dolls, clothes, records, and furniture. 

I wonder if the sellers made a profit. Potential buyers were gathering and the weather was really nice, so the scene was set for success.

I have tried to sell things at a flee market once, and all I have to say is "Never again." It was just too weird for me. I have great respect for people who have the patience to be flee market sellers, but it's not gor me.

DFTBA