Flea Market Thrills and Poodle Love

Around here, scrounging through flea markets and junk shops is sport. Sunday morning. Coffee in hand. Eye for the prize. Some days we get nothing. Some days it’s a haul. We love a good score.

Our last outing resulted in a carload of vintage laundry basket, enamel ware, and vintage textiles. And poodles. Yes, poodles. They just amused me. I figured at the very least they’d make good fodder for an impromptu shooting range—our punishment for the ugliest of chachkes. But Google was revealing. Mid-Century Japanese porcelain figurines with spaghetti trim. Trash to treasure with a click of a mouse.