FLEA MARKETING IN CHILE o CACHUREANDO EN CHILE

 flea markets in chile are the best.  you can still find real antiques at bargain prices and for every taste in the decorating spectrum.  ofcourse i have made it a habit to go every friday with my friend chichi.  tomorrow we go again.  the fun thing about flea markets is that you never know what treasures you are going to find.  like this relic i found of san benito that just speaks beauty in spite of its imperfection. 

 antique tin bread box (the anticuarian had four of these in diorerent so have to go back to buy at least one more

 sewing notions

handmade hat ornament

i begin today with an altar. 

after reading ONE WILD SWAN  's comments on my blog yesterday, i was humbled when i stumbled upon one of her previous posts and related comments on how powerless we are unless we put ourelves in HIS presence constantly and submit to HIS WAYS for us.  having found a gorgeous print of the virgin and child on my last flea market adventure with cecilia and maria jose, i realized how easy it is to distance ourselves from GOD and how much more i, and all of us, need to pray. pray daily, even several times a day, and recall that powerlessness.  only in that way can we truly be humble and content with each and every gift HE gives us. it also made me remember the blessing before meals which really applies to all his bounty:

Bless us, O Lord! and these Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord, Amen.  Yes, HIS BOUNTY, not our selfish idealizations, reality as it is, frailty as it is, disappointment as a lesson that we are seeking in all the wrong places, insatiable beings.

yet on another note, and speaking of his bounties, we are alive and must maintain ourselves entertained.  so, we play.  what is is life but a great big playground?and how do i play?  i surround myself with beauty.  on that same outing with cecilia and jose i found these bounties which i promised yesterday to share with you.

laura ashley floral lighted garland ( i don't want to unpack it until i get home).

and a tiny salt shaker with roses ofcourse

and the old photograph to remind us that life has always been and ever will be

and ofcourse more of those vintage linens, i have a trunkfull already, sinner that i am