Practicing self restraint is always a bummer. Practising self restraint at a vintage fair is borderline masochistic. I found myself relatively penniless and in attendance at the Gypsy Market “Vintage Sale” with Sarah, my partner in crime. Oh boy, it was hard work, walking around clutching various items to my bosom, knowing I would have to sacrifice most of them.
As you can see, it was also very, very dark. I didn’t really know what I was buying, or what colour it would be when I got into daylight, but I guess that was part of the fun? To be frank, my adrenaline was too high in the middle of such vintage loveliness to care.
It was a pretty huge sale, featuring vintage pickers and collectors from all over Vancouver.
I was ready to wrench that hat-toting deer bust off the wall. I really was. I was appeased by the ceramic wall hanging in the nick of time. A mother deer and her baby fawn! Far too delightful. Needless to say, mother and child are now in my possession and proudly hanging on my wall.
I gave myself a budget of $30. For this, I got a beautiful vintage dress, a brown blouse and a red vintage blouse. Not too shabby! I would say they will make an appearance here very soon, as I have all three on heavy rotation. This sale is only on four times a year. I’m already itching for the next instalment!
