My mom and sister live about three blocks from the most wonderful little antique mall. It's the kind of place where you can still pick up an old quilt for a song. (In my part of the world, even in horrible condition, old quilts are often $100 or more. I found one in beautiful condition at this market one time for $25!) And it's full of such an odd-ball assortment of vintage jars and oddities and...oh, just cool, old stuff, that it always makes for a good way to spend an hour.
Saturday afternoon--finding ourselves three ladies at leisure and without the bebe--I suggested we go wander through after lunch. Although those Pyrex bowls in the last shot were hard to walk away from, I ended up leaving empty-handed. But, as perhaps you can tell from these pictures, it was a satisfying meander, nonetheless.