Hard to Resist: Everything in Monroe, MI
Last Saturday, I noticed an advertisement for an antique/flea market in Monroe, MI. I had no plans so I decided to take the 45 minute drive there and check it out. I invited Sarah along, but she was busy. Good thing she didn’t come because the trip was a major bust.
When I arrived at the “market” my first realization was that it was way smaller than I had envisioned it was going to be. I was thinking more “Taylor Town Trade Center” and less “VFW Hall.” Oh well, you can still fit lots of treasures in small spaces, right?
I LOVE that it says “FLEE” Market. I think this was a secret signal telling people that they should turn around and run.
Also of note here is the “No Animals Allowed” sign, which obviously means this is a reoccurring problem.
My next observation was that someone was playing fast and loose with the term “antiques.” If this was an “antique market” then I am George Washington.
Ok so on to some “hard to resist” items:
See those patches in the case? Can someone please explain to me what D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F. means? I’m all for long abbreviations (TTFYHO, anyone?) but I am not familiar with that one. Dilligaf sounds like the name of a Pokemon.
That neon-colored thing is a bedazzled possum skull, surrounded by various other animal parts.
I ended up buying some of these maple nut candy things and then hightailed it out of there. I was so bummed that I had driven so far for nothing that I decided to search for antique stores in the area. I found this:
Turns out they were open, as indicated by this window paint that says, “WE OPEN.”
When I went inside, I noticed again that in Monroe, MI there is some confusion over the word “antique.”
“Completely Up To Date!”
This entire set of hot sauces was $12, which is actually a great deal. I don’t eat hot sauce though because even ground pepper is too spicy for me.
I left here empty handed and made the sad 45 minute drive back to Livonia. I stopped at the thrift store in a last ditch attempt at finding a treasure. I bought this IZOD shirt:
I wore it for about two days before I realized it was not very cute. And when I asked Zach if he agreed, he politely informed me that it wasn’t my best fashion choice.
Man! I just couldn’t win. Even at that night’s Plymouth auction, here is what greeted me:
OK, that is TOTALLY a snake case. I have never seen a more snake case-looking snake case in my life.
-Erin
P.S. I left the Plymouth auction after about 10 minutes, empty-handed. Whomp whomp.