‘Swelled Up’ at the Flea market

If you are

‘of an age’,

and you were raised with the same basic guidelines as I was,

and sometimes…

as a child/middle-aged woman you wanted something

you could not have…

you may have been warned not

to get ‘swelled up’, as my mother would say.

That warning usually began,

as my frown was forming,

with-

“Laura Ellen?”



Now I know the picture I have painted  here

(of swelling up)

isn’t pretty,

but the word is perfect.


Lately, in all of my

‘of an age’ glory,

I have been swelled up at the flea market.


If you are a junker/thrifter, you know what I mean.


My favorite vendor keeps saving boxes of amazing things

for other people,

or

I see something in someone else’s cart that makes me hyperventilate,


or

I am a day late.


Last week was no different.

(swellingswellingswellingswelling)



Until I turned the corner and saw this.



Big Daddy (above) was sitting on the ground under a table full of shoes.


My Academy Award self immediately changed my swelled up expression

to one of disinterest.


I nonchalantly moseyed over.



The first thing I checked?


1.  Does it have all of its feet?


Check.


2.  What does its hallmark say?


No hallmark.  Hmmm.


3.  Is it heavy?


Yes.


4.  Is the price right?


Yes, $20, but she said she would take $18.


 

And most importantly???

5.  Would it sooth my swelled up heart?


Absolutely.

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