Remember the "good old days" when I used to shop for a few hours on Fridays mornings and do a Friday evening or Saturday posts about all the good stuff I found?
(You might not remember it that way, or remember it at all- but that's how I fondly think of it!)
It seems like those big haul Fridays are farther and farther apart. This post is some pictures that I've posted on Instagram of favorite finds this summer.
Like this group of vintage watch faces in the first picture. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with them, I just know I like them. Maybe because they are a throwback to when we didn't check the time by looking at a digital read out on our phone or computer. When you look at clock hands or watch hands, you can see time moving, and you can see the time you're waiting for.
These pieces came from a big auction box lot of linens. A lot of the linens were cloth napkins and tablecloths, and I got them for a song because it seems like people just don't entertain formally at home anymore. The floral pieces are pretty, but I thought the black and white towel was interesting because of the technique was used to get that black basket weave.
A big ole stack of vintage cigar boxes. I love the graphics on these, and love to use them for craft supply storage.
This hand stitched quilt with its feed sack flowers and sweet shades of pink is a little ratty around the edges. I bought it to use in crafts, but I'm just not sure if I have the heart to take a scissors to it.
This little collection of vintage purses has to be one of my favorite finds ever. I bought them at the estate sale of a woman who collected purses. Each one had number. Some were labeled with red bordered Dennison labels. Some had a shipping tag or note inside that told where the purse had come from like "Aunt Harriet, Lindsborg, 1935".
I'm guessing that somewhere, sometime there was a master list of a hundred or more purses, all with a little description and provenance. These aren't the nicest or most interesting purses I've ever seen, but I love the idea that a person loved their collection so much that they catalogued it. That's a person after my own heart.
