Kat, Mackenzie, and I braved the crowds and perused the market, where I was thrilled to get a great photo of "Piccolo Guy" (aka "Orange Guy"):
|According to Mackenzie, he's a proud nudist when he's not donning his orange garb.|
The piccolo was a lovely soundtrack to the market, which was peppered with the usual mix of young, old, political activists, and hipsters.
|My loot from the market: R.P.'s pasta and some lovely potatoes.|
After brunch at Marigold Kitchen, Kat and I went to the East Side Club for the Vintage Flea and Finds market. I purchased three vintage bangles for $2: score! We then decided to meet up with Anne at Michael's Frozen Custard for my first ever custard indulgence.
|Creamy frozen goodness!|
After a busy morning, it's nice to be home sweet home. My little girl is purring away:
|Phoebe feels right at home in Wisconsin!|