Oh my goodness, people, it’s been a great weekend. I’m getting a little bonus at work this month, and so I felt justified in spending a little on frivolities for myself (like I need the excuse). And I hit the jackpot.
Let’s start with the flea market:
The two brooches were from a lady I’d never bought from before — she kindly went from $2 each to $2 for the pair. The one with the blue stone is just a little go-with-anything sort of piece — but I’m madly in love with that butterfly. The wings are some sort of mother-of-pearl or shell. (In case you can’t tell, I’m no jewelry expert — I just buy pieces that appeal to me.) The leaf was actually a clearance piece from Gaslamp Antiques. And the hatpin — now, the hatpin has a little story.
I love buying things from this one seller — we’ll call him George. He’s a delightful vendor at the flea market — I bought my monogrammed hatpin and my bird hatpin from him. I got there Thursday night right after work and asked if he had any more, since I’m now in love with hatpins. He didn’t think he did, his assistant (we’ll call him Bob), said, “Wait, there’s one left!” And found it for me in the box. “How much do I owe you?” I asked George.
“Not a thing,” he said.
“But I can’t just take your hatpin!” I protested.
“All right then, just give me a hug and we’ll call it even.” (He’s such a charming older man!)
So of course I had to buy some other things from him — I couldn’t just go with a free hatpin. And here’s what I found:
Then I found an early 1900’s card of buttons — also a dollar. The corner was intact when I bought it, but I put it in the bag with everything else and I think the lion cookie cutter attacked it. (Mentally kicking myself for feeding the buttons to the lion!)
Not only this, but it has my husband’s initials. What’s the probability? Excluding weird letters (X, Y, Z, and company), and not accounting for certain letters being more popular than others, chances of finding those initials are about 1 in 400.
I also bought aprons, 3 for $10, from a vendor who specializes in antique linens. She concluded that I was a dealer (I think because I said I worked in an antique store) and gave me VIP pricing (the price tags on the aprons would have totaled $40).
Having concluded our review of the Nashville Flea Market, September Issue, we’ll move on to the estate sales.
Jonathan had to get up early this morning for work — I got up, too, and after doing most of the dishes, concluded that I deserved to hit a couple estate sales (how I made that connection, I’m not sure, but I always come up with ways).
I found four on Craigslist. The first was by an elderly man who clearly thought the old stuff was mostly junk, and the new stuff was treasure (as reflected in the pricing). I spent a grand total of 75 cents, and was quite pleased.
Here’s what I got, for a quarter each. I’m madly in love with the wire whisk. If anyone puts it in the dishwasher, I’ll kill them. And yes, I am getting rid of at least one newer whisk since I bought this one.
The next estate sale was a fake — all baby stuff. I considered telling them that this could only be considered an estate sale if their baby had moved to the nursing home, but thought better of it and left quickly instead.
The next was, as my boss Julia put it, someone “with more money than sense.” It was in a mansion off Hillsboro, and the only old thing there was a reupholstered Victorian sofa. Everything else was fancy new junk.
So it was on to the last one — I thought about going straight to work, but I decided I’d be too early, so I hit this one. And it was the jackpot. Everything an estate sale should be. And all for $12.50 (assuming, of course, that they gave me that 50 cents change. I was in such a hurry that I don’t remember).
These were marked “$4 for all” and $3 for the crazed bowl in the top left corner (which, by the way, is from the 1930s). Obviously from the $12.50 total, I paid less. The others are a little newer, I think, but I like having extra dishes on hand in case of extra company or accidents. Like with jewelry, I’m no Blue Willow expert, but I know what I like.
It has a 1960’s dry cleaning tag. I guess I need to take it to be cleaned, seeing as it’s apparently not been cleaned in almost half a century.
And then I grabbed some 1950’s sewing patterns — I think they worked out to about 50 cents each, which was okay with me. I didn’t want to pay more, since I didn’t know if they were complete and the third one didn’t even have the entire front picture. But hey! Hopefully still usable, right?
And then, as I was sorting everything to take pictures, I came across this little cutie. He must have been in the box that they gave me to put everything in, because I don’t remember buying him. Anyone have any guesses on how old he is?