A flea always sounded wonderful to me. I envisioned a carnival-esque scene but with stalls replacing the rides. Outdoor, popcorn and cotton-candy scents wafting through the air, stall owners peddling their wares on make-shift tables... it was wonderful. Sadly, I was illusioned.
When my best girl mails me with a flyer announcing the date of a big flea, I jumped at the opportunity to bag some fantastic bargains and soak in the atmosphere. What I experienced fell far short of my fantasies.
Firstly, it was held in an old warehouse. Which means little to no ventillation. The organisers tried to fix this problem by putting bigass fans at the corners of the building but look at the amount of people there are! You don't feel the effect at all unless you're right in front of the fans and when you are, you'll have to hold on to your skirt 'cos it creates an unglam version of Marilyn Monroe's skirt blowy pose.
Secondly, the stalls are so crammed together and few had tables so there was this major discomfort of having to squat while you rummage through the merchandise and get jostled behind by people trying to cross the narrow walkway.
Needless to say, I didn't enjoy myself. I left grumpy and sticky. The only consolation is that I found 2 innovative ladies who creates such pretty LEGO jewellery.