We went to the flea market Saturday. It’s an annual flea market that benefits a local church. Every year we go and stroll the fields and I come home empty-handed. I usually have mud up to my knees, and in my shoes, and covering my socks, but I don’t buy anything.
This year, though, was unusually dry the few days before and I found this basket. I actually found two baskets, but the price wasn’t right. So, I picked the one that I felt would be the easiest to clean, strip and repaint. Now I need to decide what color to repaint it.
Not bad for five bucks!