Last weekend, my friend Jessica and I took a trip to our childhood stomping ground. From 8 to 13 years old, we spent our Summers growing up in the Poconos. A friend of my mother’s decided to start a little “Summer Camp” type of program, where she would rent a large house in a community in Poconos, and along with 1 other adult that she hired (a friend of her’s) she would fill the house with a gaggle of girls. Usually there were about 8 girls, give or take, ranging in ages from about 6 to 14. It was the 90′s and MTV was still cool, and we learned about life and friends and boys and for some, how to swim. Coming back, everything sparked amazing memories. Of course, it was nice to be old enough to drink and have a car to drive around in, but nothing compares to those Summers.

Anyway, one highlight of the weekend was the amazing flea market we perused on Saturday morning.

These handmade lip balms by Saved Soap are amazing. I picked up the natural (not big on flavors) and it’s fantastic. Jess got a Vanilla lotion that makes your skin like butter, seriously.

The best flea market find ever, a vintage working typewriter for $8

We also spent our nights being silly and listening to music and talking about life and burning marshmallows. It felt like we were kids again.

Burning Marshmallow

Burnt Marshmallow

Melted Fork

One thing we didn’t get to do was have a Barbecue, which we planned for Sunday, because of crazy torrential rain. So, with a ton of bread leftover, we stopped by a large field that we know Deer frequent and start tossing the buns like Frisbees. Hopefully the Deer like their bread whole wheat.