Car Boot Finds & Tales of Weirdness

We're all packed and ready for Camper Calling. It's our eighth festival of the season and we're finally into the swing of things, I've even had time to dig out some crazy 1980s fashion just in case anyone wants to dress in vintage-appropriate gear when ABC headline on Saturday night (which'll probably just be me).

In between basking in the sunshine, pottering around the garden, reading like a woman possessed (I reckon I'm solar powered) and watching Ripper Street I've done a bit of sewing, too. I've made a bias cut maxi skirt from a pair of 1950s curtains and another gypsy top, this time from a pair of Indian silk hippy pants. As we don't have to leave for the festival until tomorrow lunchtime we squeezed in another visit to the mid-week car boot sale.

This 1960s vinyl bag and blingy brooch were our first finds.

From left to right: 1960s St Michael mac, 1970s Keynote mac and 1980s military style belted raincoat.

The lady selling these vintage macs and the coat and jacket below was thrilled that we'd bought them. She'd been taking them to car boot sales for months without a sniff of interest. Why? They're in great condition and weren't expensive, it's just that the majority of car booters just don't "get" vintage clothes.

1960s Dereta wool coat & Eastex wool jacket

The lady I bought the vintage maxi dresses from last week had saved me a couple more. The lilac dress with the attached chiffon capelet looks like something nicked out of Yootha Joyce's wardrobe.

Source

This 1970s cotton dress is a stunner.

 I hadn't noticed the label until I got home. I'm in great company as Curtise also owns a Katya of Sweden maxi (see HERE).

I couldn't resist this 1960s pattern for a "Mod Military Cape".

We've sold out of vintage flat caps (blame Peaky Blinders) so we were happy to pick up these English-made beauties.

I found these beaded chokers on a house clearance stall. They've got a fair bit of age to them and have a Native American look to them. I was amazed when the lady selling them only wanted 20p each.

The succulents were 3 for £1 (so I bought them all) and the garden sieve was 50p. I couldn't wait to get home, line the sieve with plastic and get them planted.

Earlier this year I made the mistake of buying a trowel from Poundland. It lasted all of 2 days before it bent in half. These vintage long handled tools were £1 for the pair and are a lot more attractive than my wonky Charlie Dimmock cheapo tat held together with duct tape. 

I found this Spanish souvenir pourer and winking corkscrew/bottle opening in the bottom of a suitcase and was squealing with excitement at how wonderfully kitsch they were. The stallholder must have thought I was a bit mad and told me I could have them for nothing. 

What home doesn't need a winking corkscrew?

We had post from Saz & Andy today, a book telling of the mysterious goings-on in and around Todmorden with tales of witches, satanism, vampires, hauntings and grisly murders not to mention alien abductions and sightings of UFOs. What have Lynn and Philip got us into?

Watching a TV show about baking cakes or reading about The High Priestess of the Hermetic Order of the Silver Blade Coven of Witches, there's no competition, is there?

See you next week!