My Weekend - A Vintage Fair, Gary Numan & The 100 Year Old Jacket

I've lost my British Legion poppy somewhere between here and the pub so I'm wearing the next best thing, a velvet maxi printed with poppies & my great-great-grandfather's Cheshire Rifleman's jacket, last employed in active service during the First Boer War (1880 -1881), over a century ago.

1960s maxi by John Marks (Vintage Village @ Clothes Show Live, 2009) worn with an antique Rifleman's jacket, vintage Dolcis platform boots (£4.99, PDSA charity shop) and a heap of second-hand junk jewellery

I'm looking a tad dishevelled today, selling vintage clobber to the young and hip of Wolverhampton may be great fun but it's bloody hard work, eight hours of smiling's a killer. 

Yesterday's venue was Gary Numan tribute bar, The Numa.
By strange coincidence we picked up a flier in the pub last night and noticed Gary's playing Wolverhampton Civic on my birthday next month and as we were both big Tubeway Army fans in the late '70s Jon says it's a sign we have to go.

Trouble is that last time Jon talked me into seeing a band from our youth I had to endure a seemingly endless two hour set by Gong.

The Numa was the best vintage-selling venue yet, an atmospherically moody, dimly lit, Victorian pub with low-level seating, a massive pitch, a banging rock and indie soundtrack and the cheapest cocktails in the city.

As I was on selling duty there was no booze for me. We brought a flask of coffee and home-made cheese cobs to help save the pennies, yeah, we're just so rock and roll.

Our menswear rail always goes down a storm, those indie kids love their Sixties jackets and tweed blazers.

What a day! The gang turned up for moral support and chilled out to some cool beats, Annie dropped by and gave one of my Dollyrockers frocks a new home, we caught up with a festival pal we hadn't seen in years, got gifts from a friend and had a great time encouraging our new pals we've met on the circuit to try on our wares. 

I predicted this Jemima Puddleduck sweater would be my first sale and I was right, it had gone within minutes of the doors opening. Those hipsters love insane 1980s clothes.

I'm on the waiting list for another couple of fairs in the next fortnight, I should have heard if I have a stall by Tuesday. India can't be too far away now. 

1960s Lady Monaco catsuit (last seen taking the streets of Walsall by storm, HERE)

Once we'd packed up our stall, dumped the wheels at home and fed the cats it was off into town for beer and curry. Last night's ale was Flour Power and after spending all day in a pub without a drop of alcohol, man, did it taste good.

I'm off to unload the truck before nightfall & linking to Patti's Visible Monday.
Hope you've had a fantastic weekend.

See you soon.