saturday's flea market at holcombe-jimison homestead, between lambertville & the rt. 202 bridge, helped buttress our event infrastructure.
my alarm failed to ring (or maybe i slept through it), so i got up an hour later than planned. no panic - figure was meant to sleep an extra hour.
car was packed & we were on the road within our 5-minute grace period of departure time. plenty of time to get take-out from fred's.
on the drive, thought i'd forgotten the table covers, john had left his prints & we'd left the bread (for sampling bbq sauce). took in stride (regrettable, but no going back so why get into a bother). picked up white bread at sunoco mart and it turned out we HAD packed the covers & prints (& crusty bread). happy happy happy we didn't waste any time stressing.
discovered we'd been assigned terrific spot at flea market. right next door to the administration building/"food hall" (hot dogs w/chili or saurkraut).
felt right at home right off the bat with auctioneer dave commenting as he went past our vendor space, "missed you at fred's this a.m." raised my just-purchased traveling coffee mug to show we'd been there.
liked the group. flea market is a once-a-year event at the beautifully bucolic homestead. like their mission ~ preserving what was done on the farm over the 250 years it was farmed.
great weather, not too hot & not humid. special, very special. visually beautiful to boot. felt like we were in a national geographic article.
a good day. more to come.
and we sold 5 bottles of bill's best bbq sauce!!
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