I have been wanting to go to the Alameda Antiques Fair ever since we moved to the Bay Area this past summer. I had been told by a flea market loving friend of ours that it was a great flea market, similar in size to the Rose Bowl in Los Angeles. My husband agreed that this past Sunday morning, he would mind the kids while I scoured the aisles. The flea market didn’t not disappoint, not only were there great vendors, but because the market was set up in a grid it was much easier to navigate than the Rose Bowl. It was also well organized: shopping carts that could be rented, a loading area with flat carts that could be borrowed, countless gourmet food trucks and plenty of restroom facilities. I could have easily spent all day there, but I limited myself to three hours.
On my way out the door yesterday my husband told me to have fun and said, “Don’t buy any chairs.” So, of course, what did I do? I bought a chair. Why did my husband say that? Well, because when it comes to house stuff, I have demonstrated a weakness for two things, a) light fixtures and b) CHAIRS. I love chairs with interesting lines. If I rounded up all the chairs in our possession (including the ones that are currently in our PODS) we would likely have about 30 chairs. When we get all our stuff out of storage I will take a picture of all the different chairs so you can see what I mean.
But how could I pass up this beauty? Gorgeous industrial lines and details, with cheerful and immaculate original yellow upholstery? The vendor originally quoted me $35, but let me have it for $20. So happy I brought it home, but I promise I will sell some of my other chairs on craigslist when all is said and done.