A trip to the Pop Up Flea.

If shopping was considered a competitive sport (and to many women, it is), then the Pop Up Flea was my Boston Marathon. Venerated and long-awaited, it dominated this weekend: determined my wardrobe, governed my time, filled my Canon memory card, and laid siege to my imagination. In sum, it was a perfect success of proportion as epic as the American frontier.

Santa, take note! I wanted everything!

I would like this velvet bow tie, designed and handmade in New York City by Mister Mort.

I absolutely need one of these terrific Pendleton for Epaulet flannels to keep me warm (and that bag on the left to sling over my shoulder) while I skate around town.

I'll put these Iron Ranger boots by Red Wing for J. Crew under the tree for a deserving gentleman.

My closet is starving for a custom-designed Rogues Gallery tee, screenprinted before my very eyes.

This Jack Spade cold weather wear was made for me. I'll wrap up that book for my L.A. friends.

I could live forever in these Gitman Brothers button-downs (stolen, perhaps, from that Red Wing-clad fellow).

My home office needs a makeover. Let's keep it simple with antique staplers collected by JP Williams of Amass.

I'll keep my holiday toes merry and bright in these Solmate Socks, handmade in Vermont and sold by the Hill-Side.

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On Friday and Saturday I dispatched wrap-ups for All Plaid Out. They include short interviews with a select group of purveyors, favorite photos, and (hopefully by now) a reader's comment or two. You can read my reports here.

What I couldn't buy I took home in pictures. Explore my photographs of the Flea.

Bows and curtsies go to Max Wastler, PUF proprietors Randy Goldberg and Michael Williams, and the kind folks at Gitman Brothers, for making this all possible for me. It was a very satisfying, very fun, very American weekend, and I am so proud and thankful to have had the opportunity to experience it not only as a fan of quality American-made goods, but as a writer, a roving reporter, a brand new pro.