Last weekend I went to the big Hillsville, Virginia flea market, and I hope you enjoy this review because it will be my last one of this particular market. It is just too big, too crowded, too hot and too filled with junk. I could deal with the first three problems, but the last one is just a deal killer.
I actually had made this same vow to never return last year, and then I started thinking about some of the wonderful things I’ve gotten there in the past, and so I weakened. And what is so frustrating about the entire thing is that all they would have to do is section the place off with an area just for antiques and vintage, an area for crafts, an area for guns (this actually started as a gun show) and so on. But wandering through the entire space with only about one third of it being of interest is too exhausting.
Not that I didn’t spot some lovely things. I certainly did:
From one of the prettiest embroidered wool quilts I’ve ever seen. And the icing on the cake:
Signed and dated.
If I had a cabin or a lake house, I’d have pounced on this charming painting. It’s in need of a cleaning, but in person it was really sweet.
My number one hint for places like this is “Don’t be afraid to dig.” These boxes looked like curtains and calendar towels from the 1980s, but scattered thoughout the boxes were some nice vintage frocks.
In case you are going on a trip and need a lot of pencils.
This is a bad photo of a very nice advertising piece. It’s for Phillip Morris cigarettes. It was really super, with a price to match. And what does one do with something this massive?
And speaking of Phillip Morris, here’s a poster from a few decades later.
This one is here just because I thought it was cute.
But how weird are these!
And I’ll end with a buyer beware. If you have ever been tempted to buy a concert poster that might be authentic, just be aware that these are being printed by the thousands. This guy had dozens of each design, and he must have been doing a great business with the other dealers because they were everywhere.