Girls day out yesterday. My best friend Amy was in desperate need of stress relief. Her father is recovering from open heart surgery and multiple family members coming in from out of state have created havoc instead of peace. Retail therapy always helps. Time together without kids in tow is a bonus. I threw in a hitch by making her stop at an estate sale. She loathes these. Amy has this belief that they are morbid looking through dead peoples stuff. I continue to tell her they are more of memory rescuing. I think she is catching on....good thing too she seems to be my good luck charm!
Shelf after shelf of vintage Christmas. I only snatched a few things to add to my lot. The stocking pattern is adorable but in desperate need of photo shop clean up. The opaque apron doesn't even look like it has been worn.
Notions to cry over. Rack after rack.
All of my treasures fit in this mint Harvey sewing basket...I haven't seen one in this good of shape so far.
a plethora of needles. These little packets are so charming. Tiny graphics and notes on each one. Some have the needles nested in velvet. Most are wrapped in paper.
Cigar box full of glitter, sequins and beads. I knew by just flipping it open it was worth the purchase so I placed it in the holding area. Once I got it home I was happily surprised to see aluminum glitter, glass bead, pearls, and even rhinestones in these little vials.
Wire caddy for storage...just because I love them. Sewing do dads. Beautiful grey/blue film canister. Vintage pillow case and a darling lone mary jane.
What a beautiful memory. This is a mother after my own heart. Vintage baby items and millinery will soon fill this treasure.
I know! I am surprised too. But this chubby composition baby needed a home and I was taken by the look of its painted brown eyes. How perfect for my doll crib. I didn't hurt that Amy kept telling me how it was so well priced and well taken care of. She knows I have an aversion to dolls. I couldn't say no after another women swept in and told me what a gem it is. Probably laughing at me today!
This cracked and crazed face was enough for me to swallow and take this baby home. I need to purchase proper clothes for her/him. I can't find any markings on this poor soul. Me, the doll dummy knows nothing more than the fact that it is a 16 in composition doll from the early 1900's...Research ensues.
Thirty minutes at an estate sale and I think Amy's catching the bug!