Lets Get Ready To Jumble

Want to see what we got from the jumble sale preview sale?

Deco tea pot by Goblin (originally part of a teasmaid).

For my lovely non Brit-based readers a jumble sale is a general sale of donated, second-hand goods, piled high on trestle tables and sold cheap to raise funds for churches and other charitable causes. Admission is between 10-20p and it's rare for anything to be priced at over 50p.
Jumble sales are a tradition in the less affluent, working class areas of the UK and have been a huge part of my life since I was a child hence the reason I'm rather good at bagging a bargain.

Vintage Derwent hand-made in England lead crystal slipper. I don't like cut glass as a rule but this was too kitsch to miss.

How do I get an invite to see the goods before the general public? By being a model jumbler, not stealing, haggling over prices or being rude, which unfortunately is often the case. I didn't ask for the privilege but I'm honoured to be part of the upper echelons of jumble sale society.

Boxed wood heel mules, unworn Bronx stilettos, vintage chain belt, 1950's travel playing cards, Spanish-made cowboy boots

Unlike most people I don't dress down to go to a jumble sale and it's beneficial. Fellow jumblers know my style and throw suitable things in my direction. Being considered "an arty type" meant this pile of fabric offcuts and crafty bits were mine for the taking.

Hen & chicken embroidery, assorted vintage fabrics including tartan, psychedelia, crimplene & Arthur Sanderson

I knew I was onto a winner this morning when another of the chosen few shouted, "Them ay clothes, they'm antiques" which, translated from the Black Country vernacular into the Queen's English, means vintage galore for Vix.

Guilloché dressing table set with natural bristle brushes. The design is engraved and not plastic coated. Thanks, Kitty darling.

A small selection of the 1980's day dresses I bought.

The 1960's psychedelic "Ada" frock in the centre has an inbuilt padded bra, I love it.

Two 1950's era blouses, the printed pussybow one has never been worn.

These 1970's tab and dagger collar blouses fill me with joy especially as they also appear unworn and perfect. I don't remember Brentford Nylons selling clothing but the memories of their nasty itchy sheets instantly take me back to the bedding of my childhood.

The 1950's cotton skirt is pristine and like new, the Miss Marple number is by the super posh English label, Gorray.

I didn't iron this 100% rayon, Japanese hand-embroidered wrap before taking a photograph.

Isn't it beautiful?

There was more, lots more, but with another jumble sale kicking off at 6pm this evening I'll have to dash. I'm just another punter at this evening's do so I need to get a good place in the queue ahead of the Black Country Grannies. Wish me luck!