Ever since I started reading Jenny's blog, Little Green Notebook, years ago, I've been slightly enamored by her trips to flea markets, antique shops, and other vintage vendors while she lived in New York- mainly while in Brooklyn. I've always told myself that one day, one day, if I found myself in Brooklyn, I would go to the flea. That I just had too. Coney Island and the Brooklyn Flea. Priorities. And finally, that day came--today!
I am definitely starting a bit backwards, in more mays than one, with documenting this trip. First, today is day three and half, and my trip to the Brooklyn Flea comes after a long list of other really incredible things we've done while here. Second, I have been taking photographs this entire time with my cannon, but opted out of carrying the precious cargo to Brooklyn this morning because I wasn't really sure where I would end up or what I would end up doing. Thankfully, I did end up where I planned, and saw way more than I could have imagined. And I tried on lots of vintage clothing out in the open, which was way easier without straps and things hanging from me like a coat rack. Nevertheless, the flea was amazing, so much so, that I am sharing this intentionally first before any other NYC documenting, because I just loved it that much.
Before I even get to the flea, I have to tell you about these antique shops that have been popping up and pulling me in like a refrigerator magnet. They are full of beautifully salvaged items. A beautiful rust and reeling paint sort of beautiful. If you don't like shopping second hand, these shops might just convince you otherwise. The little shops in Williamsburg off the Bedford subway stop are too cute, they make you want to find your grandma and say, "Look, look, all of these things make me think of you, and your house, and that smell in your closet!." I didn't buy anything in these shops, because I wanted to keep my hands and option open for what was to come at the flea market. But one thing is for sure, if I I lived near these stores, I would be lost in here for hours, and my apartment would be full of vintage dishes, old clocks, and repurposed window panes. And a closet that may or may not smell like my grandmas.
Onto the flea: In the winter time, the flea is indoors in this big ware-house like building. Its right town the street from the antique shop above, and along the way there are tons of little restaurants and stores. And it was such a quick subway trip to get to from mid-town. It seems like a super fun part of Brooklyn. But you know, I was on a mission to get to the flea--so other than my one little detour, the flea is where I spent most of my afternoon.
I was as happy as could be by just being at the flea and then I came across this clothing vendor who not only had amazingly priced vintage pieces, but she herself was sincerely down to earth and so lovely to talk to. And then I found this shift coat on one of her racks. She told me I was the first girl to actually fit the shoulder width of the coat. Which is usually where I run a bit snug. I had been looking for an ivory or tan coat for years and to stumble across one so uniquely vintage that actually fit? I was sold.
Then came the mecca of rugs. If only I had the room to take the pink, yellow, and orange rug over 100 years old from Turkey (below) back to Denver in my carry-on. This would pretty much be a dream to have in our house. Gosh darn the rugs, they are so so so beautiful.
Ridiculously gorgeous. Right?
I came home with more than a just a coat. Some rusty finds and vintage school prints that I'm really excited about made it back on the Manhattan bound subway as well. I'm pretty much still giddy from the fact that I finally went to Brooklyn for the flea. It was this long awaited adventure I had always dreamed about. And you know what? It was so much better even than I could have thought. Plus, I conquered the subway and walking there all on my own, a feat and adventure in itself. That's something to write home about.
