I worked all weekend 'cause I'm a Type "J" personality

My daughter snapped this as we were leaving the flea market Saturday. (sigh Now you know I'm not tall, blonde, and willowy.)

The flea market was great. I didn't get there until late afternoon, after the mad rush in the morning, but I still scored. I found a pair of much-needed stools for my kitchen counter. The stools were already painted green (Liked that), and they were just $5 each (Loved that!) Look closely and you can see the antique egg crate at the bottom of my shopping cart. I picked up a few other treasures, (a stack of 1940s and 50s printed tablecloths and a pair of "hand" vases,) to talk about later.
I had such a great time talking to everyone. It's nice to know that people are reading the column. Several dealers even brought a copy of Friday's story about "shopping styles" with them.
Chatting with the shoppers and dealers, I picked up a couple of hot tips about upcoming shows and sales, and a list of ideas for future columns.
Do I have a great job, or what?