**First let me start by apologizing for the plethora of crappy iphone pics overtaking this post BUT I have never brought my camera to Brimfield because DUH you need to be able to carry anything and everything- no place for a heavy ass camera**
Oooohhhh Brimfield. How I love thee. This week is the first 2017 Brimfield Antique Show and I am slightly (ok more than slightly) depressed that I could not go. Damn kid (only kidding. but not really).
Brimfield is the flea market of all flea markets. It is essentially a flea market on steroids. It is HEAVEN for anyone who likes this type of thing. Heck, even if you don't like antiques, you would like Brimfield. It's like being at a music festival without the music. Ok that sounds horrible...it's nothing like that. But it does have that happy, "we're all friends here, sure you can have a beer" festival kind of vibe. And everyone is dressed SO cool. Then, when the day is over and the booths close down, guitars and beers are busted out. So it's sort of like a little mini music festival. But with a lot of antiques.
Heading to Brimfield has become a little tradition of sorts for me and my sister. She lives in New York so our routine is as follows- I fly into Albany airport super early in the day, she picks me up and we make the 3 hour trek to Brimfield, Massachusetts. We then walk all day until our bags (& our hearts!) are full, and our legs are tired. Next, we grab wine & something to eat, and then find a place to park/sleep for the night. We decorate our sleeping quarters (aka her van) with our finds from the day & cheers to our success in our new antique glassware. Then we laugh at how deflated the air mattress is and how freaking cold it is in that van while complaining about how bad we have to pee.
We wake up at the buttcrack of dawn the next day out of pure excitement (or discomfort) and brush our teeth in a solo cup. We hit the most yummy food truck and have a breakfast burrito in a cup (so much better than it sounds) and some coffee before heading out to score some vintage finds.
While this may sound terrible to some, I am literally laughing and crying while writing this post. Brimfield is my happy place and having this tradition with my sister is so special to me. I love that we share a passion for old things & decor. It makes me so happy when people ask me where things in my home are from because most of the time, the answer is Brimfield. And most of the time there is a good story behind it.
Though my heart is hurting that I cannot make it this week, come September, I will be back. And I know Brimfield will be waiting with its old ass arms wide open.