This weekend my mom took me and my sister to a flea market a little ways from us. There were so many pretty things. Luckily the market was big enough to suffice our desires, and not so big that we wanted to curse all of the flea markets. It was crowded though. So we went through as quickly as we could so we didn't have to walk behind the people that like to stop in the middle of the aisles: those are the kind of people only a mother could love. Every vendor was so nice and let me take pictures of their displays, bless them. I bought a pretty little book of paper dolls and had a breakfast burrito. Good day.