Yesterday morning Brad and I walked up and down endless rows of fruits, vegetables, vintage knick-knacks and old collectibles at the flea market at Allstate Arena.

The flea happens every Saturday and Sunday and only costs $1 to get in. Right after we walked in, I saw this dark brown, leather briefcase-type bag for sale and I sort of fell in love. The only problem was that it was actually a carrying case for an old-fashioned video camera which made it even cooler — but the man selling it wouldn’t let me buy it as a separate. Boo him.

I also found a watch that I would have worn more as a bracelet than as a time-telling device — brown croc-skin strap, large face with quirky-font numbers — but it’s price was a bit steep so I decided to pass.

The only thing we ended up buying was a water bottle, but man, do these apples scream fall, or what?