who asks you to go to the flea market with her in celebration of her birthday. How can one refuse that? So I met Amy at the Long Beach flea this Sunday. Here she is examining an old French dishtowel. She truly has the best taste and a knack for spotting treasures. We had a very nice day except for the excruciating heat. Here's what she found (minus a really cool vanity/dresser)...
and here's what I found:
