My idea of a flea market is a scary place my grandmother used to drag me to in the boonies of Florida in the deadly heat of summer; the many tables piled with belongings that had long surpassed their lifespan were being manned by toothless residents of nearby neighborhoods and the most I ever got out of these outings was a barbie with an interesting homemade haircut from the previous owner and gumballs from the 25 cent candy dispenser. Not a place I ever planned to go back to once I could make the choice for myself.
But, I've found a place that has changed my mind and, dare I say, made me a flea market enthusiast. Well, an enthusiast for the Brooklyn Flea anyway. If you New Yorkers out there haven't discovered it yet, it's one of those places that you'll spend an entire Saturday wandering around and when it hits 7 p.m. you'll wish the day didn't have to end.Seriously, this is coming from an ex-flea market HATER. But, the vendors that set up shop on Saturdays and Sundays at the Brooklyn Flea have something for everyone. From The Good Batch's handmade stroopwafels stuffed with white chocolate filling to vintage duds by Neen for any fashionista with an eye for originality, anyone that treasures things unique and unexpected will find something to take home from the Brooklyn Flea.
