If you will be in the Philadelphia area this weekend, be sure to visit the Fall Fling at Brandywine View Antiques on Sept 11th & 12th. Erin and I will be there with our tent, our vintage finds and maybe a few cocktails under our table skirts. We just heard that Chaddsford Winery will be there on Saturday with Sangria Slushies! Yum.
So, when I last wrote, I promised to show you what I bought in Yakima. I know...it's been a few weeks, and I am still talking about this trip!
I couldn't fit everything in our suitcases, so I had to leave a few items behind. My in-laws are the new owners of the big yellowware bowl that I found at the Clayson Farm sale. I just couldn't make it work.
It just wouldn't be right of me to keep the red cross fabric banner. It is going to Sue from Vintage Rescue Squad.
Here's my favorite find of the trip: a pillow embroidered with "Yakima". It flows much better than "Williamstown", the town I grew up in. And I guess it is better than "Intercourse" or "Blue Ball" (both in PA). Those might raise some eyebrows when the old lady next door comes over for tea.
By the way, I just spent entirely too much time on a website of t-shirts with funny town names.
A pottery floral frog, pink painted ice cream scoop, and a cast iron letter holder. I paid $8.25 for these three.
Have you ever seen a Tiny-Tot Furniture Puzzle, made from "The Famous Redwoods of California"?
It starts out like this:
When you take it apart...Voila! There are benches and chairs and tables and a little bed. So cute.
I found a few of these old school books from the 1890s that were carefully covered in fabric. They look much cuter than the brown paper supermarket bags that we used to cover our books with.
All of my little finds fit into a mini suitcase that I bought at an estate sale with my mother-in-law. The sale was inside a strip mall store with big front windows. We got there extra early to get numbers, so we were the first group to get into the sale. They only let about 20 people in at one time, so everyone else was staring through the window at us. Salivating. Those damn lazy people should've woken up earlier!
I shoved that little suitcase into Chris' luggage just before we left Yakima. I was hoping that he wouldn't notice that it was a tad heavier. He did.
At a different yard sale, my MIL scored these little spice drawers. It isn't in the best shape - one drawer was stripped of its paint.
But it was FOUR DOLLARS! Look at the patina:
My niece, Ally, is very proud of this find. I was yard-saling with my MIL and Sari (my SIL). We were doing a lot of drive-bys, since there were at least 50 yard sales in Yakima that day. We almost drove by this sale (too many clothes), when I yelled, "Stop!". I spotted the red lawn chair among the old lady pantsuits and popcorn poppers. We got out of the car and asked about the price of the chair.
"It is free. Just take it." Music to our ears (but not so much my ears, since this chair would not fit in my suitcase). It has a missing bolt, and a couple of holes here and there, so the homeowner just wanted it gone. Sari is the proud owner of this chair now.
We just received a package in the mail today with one other item that we had to leave behind. Chris' parents were nice enough to send us this:
Chris' varsity jacket from West Valley High School, class of '91. When he first found it at their house, it was still in the dry-cleaning bag with a ticket dated 1992. It is almost 20 years old. Okay, not quite vintage, but close enough. I'm sure he will be wearing it to all of the neighborhood events from now on. It will be a nice replacement for the incredibly cheesy (and tight) satin Seattle Seahawks jacket that he occasionally wears as a gag.
My brother-in-law, Doug, found the jacket in a coat donation box at his work. He was donating his old coat to the needy, and spotted this Seahawks jacket already in the donation box. He knew Chris would love it, since he is from Washington, so he took it out of the box. Yeah - I know....who the hell would do that? But I think it was actually a charitable thing to do. Some poor man in Philadelphia would have ended up walking the streets with a satin Seahawks coat. He probably would have gotten the crap beat out of him.