I have yet to meet an Angeleno who isn’t totally obsessed with the Rose Bowl Flea Market. One Sunday a month, people from all over Southern California descend on the parking lot of the historic stadium to shop for antiques, furniture, vintage clothes, handmade soaps, and more for a few hours in the sweltering Pasadena sun. The sheer volume of items available is totally overwhelming and I barely scratched the surface during this trip in August. Next time I have to bring a flea market pro with me. I’ve met some people who’ve furnished most of their homes with stuff from this particular flea market. I want to hang out with them.
Since I couldn’t exactly ship an entire couch back to Philly, I settled for some smaller items this first time around. I walked away with a maxi skirt that was missing a button and a pink flask engraved with a tennis racket. You can take the girl out of the Main Line, but you can’t take the Main Line out of the girl.
If (or when) I move to LA, I will probably go back for that couch. And a headboard. And a samurai sword. Basically I will buy all the things. The Rose Bowl Flea Market is just that awesome.