told you it was a family thing

If you’ve been following my tweets you’ll know that in addition to the Brooklyn Flea, we’re also at the American Can Factory Market, a new biweekly market held in the garage of an old can factory that now houses artists, filmmakers, nonprofits and other creative types. The best part? It’s near our apartment so it’s easy peasy for Mark to walk over and set up. It also allows Mia to indulge in her quest to help out and be a market salesgirl. She is so into it and takes it very seriously (Claudine, on the other hand, just wants to eat cookie samples). We walk over there after lunch and she packs her toy computer, some water and snacks, paper and color pencils. Sometimes she’ll bring her toy cash register. She’s memorized the names and prices of all the products and if she steps away from the table to go to the bathroom, she’ll look back at Mark and yell, “make sure you watch the table”. She’ll chat with anybody who comes by and will especially talk the ear off of our neighboring vendors who’ve been really patient with her.

One of the things that I love about this market is that it’s indoors but open to the sidewalk via the huge garage doors so we don’t have to worry about the sun melting any products. It doesn’t have a ton of traffic yet as it’s on a street that doesn’t have that much foot traffic but it’s got a totally cool, mellow vibe. There are a few loungey areas set up and the organizer of the market always makes sure that we have one set up next to our table so that the girls can spread out and have a place to hang. When I came to pick Mia up after a few hours last Sunday, I saw a stack of drawings on the table. Apparently she had drawn the same picture on several pieces of paper and then handed them out to customers who made a purchase.