A few weeks ago, I went to the moving sale of a woman who used to have frequent antique sales on her property near Media, PA. As soon as I walked into her barn, I couldn't stop smiling. If I had a bigger SUV, I would have bought it all. Everything was just my style, and the prices just couldn't be beat. I am just sorry that she is leaving the business, or else I would continue to buy from her!
These were the first two things I fell in love with (and the only large pieces that would fit in my car) - a waist-high wooden cubby shelf thingy and a tall flower display cart.
Can't you picture it on a street corner overflowing with colorful flowers? (I assume it was made for flowers or plants. If anyone has any other ideas, let me know.)
It has wooden wheels and six shelves, each smaller than the next. It is sitting on my front porch right now, but I plan to sell it at our next sale (which is yet to be determined).
I might add a beadboard back to the shabby aqua cubbies.
This sale didn't stop at the barn. Her garage and the first floor of her home were filled with the kind of vintage goodness that you typically read about on my blog. But cheaper and better than any yard sale I've ever been to.
This pink & white bedspread was three bucks. I found the piece of fabric at the bottom of a box of aprons that I bought. The colors are a little reminiscent of Cath Kidston, no?
I have enough antique lace and vintage trim to circle the globe twice.
Here's a box of colorful vintage embroidered trim. Three bucks.
... and a box of 130 assorted rhinestone buttons. Five bucks.
There were a few Christmas aprons in the mix:
And a few embroidered ones:
I couldn't resist buying a box of vintage baby clothes for two dollars. I am like a meth addict. I need to be on Celebrity Junk Rehab with Dr. Drew, where I talk about my tragic yard-sale-filled childhood and why I hoard antiques in an effort to guarantee love and affection from my mother because she had five kids in five years and it is the only way to get her attention.
Or something like that. Anyway, here are some totally cute baby dresses and knitted sweaters:
All told, I paid about one hundred dollars for everything in this post, the bulk of which obviously went towards the big pieces.
BUT - finding all of this fabulous vintage stuff wasn't even the best part of the sale. I know....what the hell could possibly have been better than finding all of this cool stuff?
Well, when one of the lovely girls who was working there noticed that I was buying so much stuff, she asked me what I was going to do with it. I told her that I am a dealer, and I also write about my junk on my blog. I handed her my card.
She looked at it and said, "I think I've read your blog. Didn't you write about...". And then she pointed to her nether region. I knew immediately that she was referring to our most beloved family heirloom: my grandfather-in-law's Peter Heater.
"Yes! That's me!"
I am officially famous now, and I have a crocheted cock sock to thank for it.