On a whim, we scuffed our way through the fairgrounds last Saturday, and I only got yelled at once for taking photographs. (In truth, when I remember to ask vendors if I may take a picture, the answer always is yes.)
There's some pretty keen-o stuff being sold these days. Take a walk with me, won't you?
Admit it, you love spaghetti poodles and look for them wherever you go.
Memory art made of slag and pyrite and a whole lot of other unknown stuff. A great look for that perplexing corner of your home. Bring a crane. This urn weighs 300+ pounds.
Betsy of West Lafayette made these hula hoops that actually hula. She has an etsy store, too, which you can find here. She and her partners have darling stuff, mainly repurposed. I love that.
Tie snakes. Who knew?
Inside the lone air-conditioned building, we found Vintage Addiction. Darling booth.
Vintage fabrics in old frames for a bulletin board. Love it. Want it. All.
Then I saw, or rather inhaled, the booth of The Frenchman's Wife. In my trance, I forgot to ask if I could take a picture.
Lisa was not happy with me. I apologized. We compared blogs. We talked art. I think we are on good terms.
At another booth, due to the heat and excellent conversation, I forgot to take pictures altogether.
"Do you have a blog?" the booth owner asked as I checked out her tables of goodies.
While I suspected my husband of putting her up to it (he hadn't), we got to chatting like old friends. She has a full-time job, full-time kids and husband and a full-time life. And the need for an overflow valve for her stuff, hence the Kane County Flea Market. She is absolutely charming, so go find her in the double building and buy her stuff.
And be sure to get to the market early enough for the gnomes. I'm pretty sure we got the last one.
(In the interest of full disclosure, I have no financial connection to any of these vendors. I just like their stuff.)