Sunday Flea Market

by HelluvaGirl

My friend Laura invited me to join her at the regular Sunday Flea Market  in one of the supermarkets and in the beginning I thought I’d join her just as a support team. Then I found a couple of shirts that I psychologically outgrew (ahem) and, without much ambition to sell, took part in this fun event where people gather with families to sell, search, buy, chat and have Sunday brunches afterwards 🙂

Laura’s shoes:

Kidding around:

I’m a bad bad salesperson. Instead of selling at least one item of mine, I bought this irresistibly emerald green dress that Laura brought. I only have to crochet a small lace extension on the chest so that I could squeeze my tits into it properly and will be rocking the beach in summer big time!

Pia got a vintage Mustang with “Barbie” on the number plate:

Photo: Augustas Gutautas, mine.