Canton is a small town a couple of hours east of Dallas that has a massive, amazing flea market 4 days a month (scheduled around the first Monday of the month). Jon and I went a few weeks ago and came home with a car full of treasures.
I also came home with some hardcore bruises and pulled muscles, because I fell out of an old caravan (it was completely renovated and turned into a little shop–so cute). Like, really fell. The stool I stepped down onto flipped over, and I went flying through the air and landed on my back.
The vintage coffee thingy I got inside made it totally worth it, though.
For more Texas goodness, check out my guest post on What She Saw today!
