We wandered into Tackytown

Lancelot and I are wanderers. We like to get out and just browse around. Antique stores, used bookstores, farmer's markets, flea markets. Saturday afternoon we decided to head out for a wander and ended up at the flea market. I don't know why we bother anymore. Used to be you'd go to a flea market and find unique, kitschy stuff. Now? It's just crap. At least in our small town. Tacky, tacky crap. A few examples of the decorating nightmares we encountered: Why, yes, this will go quite nicely with our living room furniture. I think it will pick up the chrome on our coffee table nicely. And this will turn our dining room into that lovely Chinese restaurant down the road. Perfection! A lamp like this, I think, for the bedroom. One of these, certainly, to put on the shelf underneath this. This rug ought to finish off the room nicely. And then, to spice up our wardrobes, this shirt for Lancelot and perhaps this dress for me. And all the fake Fendi I can get my grubby hands on.