Bean had book club today, and it's pretty far up north, so rather than going home, the DQ and I needed to find a place to hang out. I have heard about this place, Front Porch of the South, a lot, and so we figured that was as good a place as any to spend the time.
I didn't really know what to expect. I knew they had antiques, but the only way I can describe it, is as if everyone's grandmother just died, so the family cleaned out her house and set it up in a stall. There were tons of stalls there with some crazy things. Some people looked to have had really cool grandmas, and some, well... I'm just glad they weren't my grandma!
It is a swap mart/flea market/consignment store I guess. There weren't any people at the stalls though, you just go up to a register to pay for things.
I did find some really beautiful things but there wasn't anything I really needed, so I walked out empty handed. That and we had to hurry to get Bean, so we barely made it through a quarter of the store!
This stall by far had to be the creepiest though. The photo doesn't do it justice!