I've posted this picture before, but after last week's raccoon photo, it deserves a second look. For Tracey's VFF. My MIL ignoring the rule that wild animals should never be trusted, even if wearing a cute little saddle.
For Tracey's Vintage Photo Friday. This is one of my Dad's relatives from Denmark named Lara. Love that name. You have to study this photo because of its perfect vintage charm - she is wearing a babushka, knitting, and look at how cozy her home is, you can almost smell the bread baking. They were farmers and the women were tough, probably could knit circles around us. Have a great weekend.
I'm stealing Tracey's quote today because this weekend we certainly respected the thrift. I was trying to explain to a play date mom why I enjoy finding weird vintage stuff, but she looked at me like I was crazy. Lucky for me I have found this little corner of the world where other people get it. Fridays have turned into our rummage/thrift/yard/garage sale day. I'm thrilled my boys are enjoying doing this with me. B brings his little jar of change, and I nearly fell over when he huffed and said, "ugh, $2 and put the item back down."
I love rummage sales because they bring the church lady stuff - like these vintage transfers that had me doing the paranoid glancing around to see if anyone else noticed I was holding a big prize (or to the normal person, two really old ripped up envelopes). Inside are pages of vintage embroidery pattens on transfer paper and some sewing patterns:
There are many cute patterns - love the fork, knife, and spoon. How old do you think these are? I tried a short search, but came up empty. I'm also considering scanning some of these for you to download, but I am concerned if that is o.k. to do. I doubt they still sell these - what do you think? Not to rub it in, but I paid zero dollars for these - the ladies didn't know what to charge, so they said, "nothing."
Next, weird iron-on patches I may never use...well I will use the mushroom and the creepy one with the Indian motif.
Fabric bundle, purchased mainly for the bunnies;
Little People, because I can't stop playing with these;
Polaroid with film inside - not sure how many pictures left, but I will soon find out. 50 cents!
These are killing me with cute;
We bought a few old books and some toys and spent $5.55. I know. Don't hate me, I'm respecting the thrift.
Ah Summer...time for picnics, swimming, bike rides, and yard sales. What is so addictive about shopping in someone's garage or front yard? I used to scoff at yard sales, wondering why anyone would want to buy a bunch of used stuff, but then I had kids. I also have a new interest in finding vintage things, especially fabric or toys. I went to the first church rummage sale this weekend and found a Fisher Price house:
It's an unfurnished 1970's (?) Tudor, recently reduced in price due to the downturn in the housing market and the fact that there is no front door, but the doorbell works!
There is a first floor fireplace, candles that will burn forever, and a cat.
There are lots of kitchen cabinets and one child locked in the wall. Paid $2.
Batman and The Riddler boxing toy, because we need more violent games in this house.
Some dollhouse furniture and "guys," enjoying the fine weather.
This little handkerchief with sweet embroidery was inside the box with the dollhouse furniture.
I spent $10 for everything, including some blank peg dolls and a huge bag of pool/sand toys. It feels good to save some money and keep more plastic out of the landfill. This was a good warm up for the season, now I am ready to rummage!
On the same subject, we have been putting together some things we want to get rid of and thought of having a garage sale, but when we mention this to people they get very serious and say, "don't." I've heard stories of aggressive people marching up and saying, "You take 10 cents for this." How bad is it? Is it worth sitting in our yard all day? Will it be entertaining; because I'm always in for a bit of wacky on a Saturday morning.
Sorry for the small picture and bad scan, but the original isn't the best. This picture is special because it reminds me of Summer. We are having a watermelon seed spitting contest with my cousins, two of them are wearing matching short jumpers made by their mother. She liked to make them clothes, and only now I can appreciate why she wanted to and why my cousins despised it. They wanted designer jeans, they got Little House on the Prairie dresses.
Most Summers we would load up our Aspen station wagon with Mad Libs and travel games, that would become boring in 15 minutes. We would bring the cat, who would pant the entire drive. We peed in special containers mom bought and sometimes threw up. Drank hot drinks and fought. Mom and Dad smoked and threatened us. One year we threw a pillow out the window to see what would happen. Every family should take at least one 8 hour or more road trip, it builds character.
We would arrive and my Mom would be happy, she was with her sister and they had a lot to catch up on, so we got to stay up late, eat cookie dough out of the bowl, and go garbage picking...no one noticed the box of Avon lipstick samples we found and wore all week. Then we would load up "Blue" the VW bus my aunt owned, and go to the beach or the forest preserve. No one wore seat belts, we sat on the floor of the bus, the ridges of the mat left marks on our legs as we held on for turns. It was Summer; barefoot, sand in your suit, tan legs, watermelon seeds, sticking to the seat, the smell of Coppertone, mosquito bites, Kick the Can, itchy sleeping bags, tadpoles, wet towels, and fabulous used lipstick. By the end of our stay we wanted to go home and I'm sure they wanted us to leave. The ride home was quieter, our heads filled with new experiences and a little sad we had to leave. The only one unchanged was the cat, who still panted all the way home.
I picked up this book and it's becoming a favorite. You can buy one used on Amazon for a reasonable price. A large family of girls find a dragon in the forest and bring her home to hide in the tower, except she grows so big they can't get her out. She is getting large because she is pregnant and has 12 babies - enough for all the girls to carry one back to the forest.
So cute, the little girls carrying their dragons. Sorry for the poor pictures.