This Sunday we got up early and headed out to Pasadena for the Rose Bowl Flea Market. We were in search of linens and tins for the wedding decorations. After several hours of searching and enduring the valley heat, we encountered an old hispanic woman in a minivan with a plethora of vintage linens. And, to my delight, they were reasonably priced, though slightly worn/damaged/stained/odorific. So, if anyone wonders where I’ll be for the next nine months, the answer is at the laundromat, fighting stains.

While I purchased my weight in linens, Ryan was the real winner, as he came away with the most kick-ass farmer’s tan on his neck. Thank god I’m hot for rednecks.

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