The Rose Bowl Flea Market makes me gitty. Wendy and I were like two magpies, combing the aisles for sparkly treasure. She has a great, vintage-20s, flapper-deco aesthetic. It was fun to see what trinkets called her name—definitely a great way to get to know each other on a new level.
I highly suggest it.
One vendor offered metal letters of every size and color, including polkadots. I sorted through his alphabets for a good 20 minutes—they were comically hot in the bright sun. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a website or even a business card. If someone’s looking for at Etsy opportunity, track this guy down. He’s a Rose Bowl Flea Market regular. And we all need his letters.
With our car trouble, we had to leave the trailer behind, so my blinders were on when it came to furniture. That was a bit painful. However, a hunt for small treasures brought an interesting challenge. In the end, my eclectic loot included: plastic chicks, pink buttons, a rhinestone buckle, embroidered ribbons and silks, a green vase, a red scarf, and a sequined gold and black vintage circle skirt. If you're a treasure hunter too, The Rose Bowl Flea Market marks the spot. In charming ol' Pasadena, CA.
