I’m exhausted after a full day at the local ‘Rock and Roll Yard Sale,’ a community flea market that focuses on vinyl and music-related vintage items.
There’s a fair amount of vintage clothing and some handmade crafts as well.
My friend had a booth, selling mostly LPs. In addition to helping him with the set up (he’s still on the mend from a leg shattered in a motorcycle accident), I was selling some vintage clothing.
Of course, any time I do a selling event, I always end up buying. (As did my friend, who, in spite of having bought a collection of 20,000 records, and trying to sell them for the past 6 months, still found an LP he had to have.)
I bought this vintage chenille bag, which has a geometric 1920s-style pattern in vibrant colors, for $7.00. I am sure I saw this exact bag or one very similar for sale online recently.
I barely sold anything, but it was still nice to be outside all day, saying ‘hi’ to the dogs who walked by.
And to Seamus, a cat who likes to spend the day out and about perched on his person’s shoulder. He's the most laid-back cat I've ever met.
There were bands playing, too. Although not obvious from this photo, this woman, with the help of a cane, was boogieing up a storm. I thought, "I hope I'm like her when I am at that age."
I've been catching up on my blog reading tonight and this woman's exuberance reminded of yesterday’s post on The Secondhand Years which mentions a poem by Jenny Joseph which begins, "When I am an old woman I shall wear purple."
Today I just happened to be wearing a purple and red top, purple tights and purple paratrooper boots (last seen here.) Then again, going by the pics I’ve posted, I wear purple and red most of the time (here and here. Oh, and here). Either I'm old before my time or getting in lots of practice.