My dad used to joke that my mother’s middle name was “Go” and now my husband makes the same joke about me. But a more appropriate name for me would be “Stop!” That because I can’t pass by an antique store without stopping. Seriously, it’s a miracle I ever get to a destination.
My trip last week was no exception. I had plenty of stops scheduled on the way to West Virginia and on the way home from Washington. Actually I had too many stops planned, but more about that later.
One thing that caught my eye was this great little top from the 1940s. I hope you can tell that the print is a bucking bronco with a cowboy flying over the fence. I pulled the top from the rack and checked the price. It was a bit more than I wanted to pay, but then I realized there was another piece – a skirt. The price became more in line with what I would have expected, and I started contemplating a purchase.
I never let myself get too excited about a piece until I check it over for condition issues. At first glance this looked pretty good. There was an open seam in one armhole, which is an easy fix.
But then I noticed what looked to be bleach spots on the skirt.
That was problematic, but was still not a deal breaker. Then I looked at the buttons, and that is what changed my mind.
There was only one button left, and the others had been torn away with gaping holes left in their place. I put the set back on the hanger and left it for someone who could love it as it was.