One of the worst things about yard saleing for vintage treasures is being old "That's old ya know" all the gd time. I feel like screaming, "YES! I know it's old! That's why I'm here!" I'm not an idiot, I'm just younger than you. I know exactly how old that rotten piece of shit is. I'm telling you what. No matter how interested I am in something, when I'm told how old something is, I set it down, give them a stern look and walk away. I never say a word. I just walk away. What is this? A freaking museum? I don't want to know the play by play history of this thing, I want to buy it for 50 cents, is that ok with you, oh curator of the aged?
One of the best things about yard saleing for vintage treasures is finding vintage treasures. On the cheap. HB and I went to a sale in Churchville last weekend. An enormous neighbourhood sale. It was mostly older people (they're old ya know) and as we know older people have both the best stuff and the best prices.
HB bought pretty much everything. Don't believe me? Witness:
Click on the picture so that you can see a bigger size and really get a feel for how much stuff is in there. Cast iron unicorn doorstop? Check! Maple tree, ready to plant? Check! Blue felt boot...thing? Check!
When we brought the blue boot...thing up to the checkout the lady asked us, "You know what this is, right?" You might think that would send me into stony fits of silence like the other accursed phrase, but you'd be wrong. I like knowing what weird things are. Especially if I don't already know and especially if the person telling me isn't trying to tell me how old the damned thing is. At any rate I answered the lady with full confidence. "Yes. It's a felt boot." She told us that it was for storing scissors. Clearly. Tell ya what I want to do with it. Stick some candy canes in that mother and hang it on a tree!
HB has an Etsy store, too. She sells vintage linens and supposedly, someday vintage wrapping paper, cards and gift tags. Whenever she can get herself to part with some of her hoard. I'm telling you. She's got a problem. A bonafide addiction. Much like my mother's dresser drawer full of greeting cards. I'm not kidding the woman has a dresser drawer full of greeting cards. She never uses them, just keeps collecting them, hiding them away in that drawer like a squirrel. It's nuts. (see what I did, there?)
We also found some amazing 60's dresses. She got them for $2.50 each. WHAT!? Yeah.
Here are some other things that HB found along the way a few weeks back. She has started finding these huge rolls of ribbon. In amazing colors. They are so gorgeous in a display, let me tell you. What's that back there? Oh right. more vintage wrapping paper. Of course.
I only scored a few things that were for me and not for my Etsy shop or for presents for people who look at this blog.
There is the inevitable vintage picture frame (25 cents) along with the few odd pieces of etched silver (a quarter for both) and no, I have no idea what kind of forks they are. From what I've seen I'm guessing fish fork. Then two gorgeous pieces of vintage Avon novelty. 10 cents each. I mean, come on with that.
I just love Lily of the Vally. The smell and the look. Gorgeous. I love this funky 60's take on the classic shape. So cute. I'm trying not to get all preachy about vintage Avon again. I'll just say this: they had some majorly talented artists working for them. That is all.
And you should all be glad to know that I finally chose a spot for the sacred mirror. After much deliberation. It's in the bathroom. It's taken the place of a similarly shaped mirror I had in that spot with just a simple chrome frame. As you can see, I've chosen the correct spot.
So, In Summary:
If You Say That One More Time I'll Cut You
I've Got Quite A Few Interventions To Plan
Vintage Avon, Living Up To The Hype
Just Look At It
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