Sometimes I think I ought to change “shopping” to “looking” because I do a lot more of the latter than of the former. I tend to look on “shopping” as a learning experience whenever I find myself not able to find anything I actually want to spend money on. And these days I’m finding less and less to buy, partly due to the fact that I’ve been collecting for a long time, and pieces of interest to me are getting harder to locate.
Basket bags were big in the late 60s and into the 70s. You could buy the wooden basket, like the black one above, and then decorate it in any of the current fad crafts such as little painted daisies, or even better, a bit of fancy decoupage. Daisies were big in the late 60s. Was it Mary Quant’s fault?
This booth in an antique mall in Kingsport, Tennessee seems to have cornered the local market in this particular type of 1960s daisy luggage. This was only part of it.
Kingsport has been a place I’ve enjoyed shopping over the past years. Many of the downtown stores now house antique malls, and the town advertises itself as a sort of antiquers’ destination. In my recent visits I have not found much to buy, and my favorite place has actually closed.
Still, there are treasures to be found, like this handcrafted Scottie towel that I somehow neglected to purchase.
Part of the problem today with antiques markets is that so much of what is in them is actually newer stuff. This is a lovely vintage mannequin (dressed in paper and burlap) but all around her I’m seeing new items that would be more in place in a home decorating center.
To add to the mannequin theme, these too lovely ladies are in a mall in Greenville, Tennessee. I’ve tried (unsuccessfully) to buy the older one on the left, as it pains me to see her so poorly dressed.
And here’s a new entry in the “what to do with granddad’s old ties” contest. If this is such a great idea, then why didn’t the maker put it in her home.
Sometimes the very best thing about a vintage book is the inside front cover.
The next photos are from the Liberty Antiques Festival, which is held twice a year in tiny Liberty, NC. The festival advertises that no crafts or reproductions are allowed, and for the most part, the dealers comply. The dealer above had six or seven big tubs of old clothes and textiles, and I started the morning by plowing through them all. I was rewarded with two great sports caps, a North Carolina made silk chemise, and a pair of 1950s pedal pushers.
I loved these little guys, but my “Scottie wall” is almost filled.
Have I shown this straw bag in a past post? I know I’ve seen it before. That was probably a sign that I should have bought it.
I thought this box of embroidered emblems was interesting. The ones in the middle are the standard patch one often sees on vintage middy blouses, but what about the radio ones? Of course when these were new, the radio was terrifically new and high tech.
The part of me that still thinks an auto camping trip would be fun really wanted to buy this portable desk. But then I started thinking about how my idea of roughing it is a Holiday Inn.
Here is where the saddest episode of the day occurred. I spotted a 1920s black Jantzen swimsuit (nothing special, actually) displayed on a 1960s Jantzen hanging dress form. The ticket read $$$ for Jantzen set. I negotiated a bit of a discount, paid, and asked the seller to hold it for me. So I finished the market and went back. She had the suit all wrapped up with a 1940s Jantzen ad, but had stowed away the form. When I asked about it, she said that it was not included. Nothing I said would induce her to sell it to me! She did return my money for the suit, which was not what I was after to begin with. Heartbreak!
And finally, this kid does not need me to tell him how cool he is in his Hoppy sweater.