sandwich... in the bag
when you go antique/flea market shopping you really can not go with a plan. i mean a plan to find some thing specific. at the Sandwich Flea Market i thought i was looking for a twin bed frame for the guest room.
you just need to go and discover. enjoy what you see. look at all the old stuff, remember all the things you had a kid, see all those old bobbles that took up way to much room at your Grandmother's house. and when you get passed all the junk.....dream about those beautiful, pieces of refinished furniture that you can't afford. let your husband look at all those old tools that don't mean a thing to you, because they mean something to him. and then pass by some of that stuff that you really do like but can't take home because you do not need more clutter.
however, always remember to do 2 things.....bring baby wipes in your purse because your hands have never felt so dirty all day long......and take lots of breaks to eat the yummy, really bad for you "fair food". like popcorn, funnel cakes, corn dogs and the like.
then....when you least expect it....and when you are not looking for anything anymore, something finds you. something that you didn't know you were looking for.....something you just can't go home without.
a vintage, 1970's, Louis Vuitton Bag, one owner, well loved, but well taken care of.
infact, i felt a bit like the owner wanted me to have it but at the same time wanted to come home with me.
after i walked away and she had told me all about how she took it yearly to "her leather person" for cleaning, i saw her walk over to the vendor working next to her booth and say, "i sold my Louie".
i finally have the fitting bag to match my vintage LV wallet that belonged to my now 95 year old neighbor. she's in a nursing home now but i bet she bought it during some of her "wild days" on one of her travels to Paris.
sure beats the "fun" i would have had wheeling a dealing with a street vendor in NYC this summer for a faux one!!!!
