Making Lemonade

I’d planned not to tell this one, as it makes me sound like I’m really losing it, but since it turned out better than expected, I thought, what the heck.  I bet at least a few of you will be able to relate.

I had big plans for Friday.  It was, as far as I’m concerned, the day that signals the beginning of Flea Market Season – the twice yearly Big Antique Spectacular at the Metrolina in Charlotte.

The only problem was, that the Spectacular is this up-coming week, not this weekend.  I tend to always double-check dates before setting out on a two and a half hour drive, but our internet was down Thursday night and Friday morning, so I just dismissed the thought and hopped in the car anyway.  I was literally at the gate before I realized that I had the wrong date.  I had assumed that because today is the first of the month, that this would count as the first weekend.  Wrong.

I was so irritated with myself that I sat there for a minute, and then called my support system (also known as Tim).  He let me whine a little and then reminded me that at least I had the time and money and health to be able to make the trip and instead of lamenting the day, I should make the best of it.  This was seriously NOT what I wanted to hear.

So I turned the car and headed toward home.  About 20 miles in I happened to think of a store I’d planned to visit after the flea market, and so I though since I was getting off the highway anyway, I ought to revisit an antique mall I knew of in the little town of Belmont.  It was a store I’d not been in for about two years.  It was one of those places that couldn’t quite decide if it wanted to be a home decorating store, or an antiques store, and so was not really a favorite.

But I did stop, and I was very pleasantly surprised.  Not only was there less new stuff than I remembered, there were several booths that were made up of the types of things I like best.  You know, shoes and clothes and hats and such…

The rack in the above photo was full of boys’ shoes from the 1920s through the 50s.  I mean, it was brogan heaven!  At first I thought the shoes were mens’, but then I realized that the sizes were smaller – sizes that would fit many women.  I ended up buying only one pair, white bucks that will go great with a borrowed from brother type outfit from the 1920s, but I’ll probably revisit them and see if the shoes are comfortable enough to actually wear.

Some of the shoes were Sky Riders.

This photo of the entire booth is quite busy, but you might be able to pick out all the 1930s womens shoes.  They, like the boy’s shoes, were all deadstock, and in wonderful condition.

Instant picnic – just add food and lemonade!

Here’s my terrible photo of the cutest dress:  Swirl with a hunt scene faux apron.

I carried this around and for some reason did not buy it.  It was probably that pesky voice that reminded me that I already have 5 plaid jackets.  Still, this one IS Black Watch, and IS Pendleton…

One booth had loads of these adorable button cards.

These was no label that I could find on this wool blanket, but I loved it so much.  I mean, it would match almost any decor!

And finally, the interior of a hatbox, and yes, I did buy it. I’ve gotten to be very careful with my purchases, but I’m not crazy!

So where is this little vintage paradise?  It’s Piccolo Antique Mall in downtown Belmont, NC.


Filed under Shoes, Shopping, Viewpoint, Vintage Clothing

9 responses to “Making Lemonade

  1. This has actually happened to me too! An antique show ended up being a weekend later than I had thought so I made the best of hit hitting some antique & thrift shops I had never been to ultimately heading home with a car full of stuff. Sometimes it’s great when life hands you lemons. 🙂


  2. LB

    So, did you go to Sammy’s for lunch?


  3. Teresa

    This store looks amazing! The brogues and Swirl dress alone make it swoon worthy! Did you happen to buy the Swirl dress?


  4. At least you were able to salvage the day! I’ve done something similar recently too — went to an antique mall to go to a specific dealer’s booth only to find that she was no longer in the mall! (And they wouldn’t tell me where she went either!).


  5. Gosh, what great stuff: the shoes are wonderful and the buttons, well, I would have taken them all!


  6. I am dying–DYING–over those shoes! Amazing. Yeah, the best finds usually seem to happen like this.


    • Yes, I’ve pretty much decided to go back and take a second look at some of them. I’m sure some of them will fit me, as I wear a 5.5 or 6. And I love these so much better than the women’s shoes from the same timeframe. Just call me a tomboy.

      I don’t buy for resale, but these are a bit pricy for that anyway. Most of them were $25- $45.


  7. Wow! Sooo many wonderful shoes! I don’t think I have ever seen so many near perfect shoes collected at one place before. You americans really have all the good stuff. I never find any old shoes here in Denmark, if I stuble upon any – they’re always worn to pieces, and in need of at least new soles (if the shoes are wearable at all). I normally buy vintage shoes from etsy/ebay ‘cus it’s where I can get them – but it would be something near heaven to stand in actual shop being able to try on the shoes before you buy them.


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