A Day At The Flea Market
The first week of May, July, and September, you always know where to find me: The Brimfield Antique Show. I've always been one to appreciate pieces from the past and anything with a story - even if I have to imagine that story, myself. Almost everything in my apartment is at least forty years old, and much of it, a century or more. Well loved and well crafted is what I live for; I'm my mother's daughter, and she made a business out of it. I don't want my living space to feel like a showroom; I want it to be warm and full of character. You can tell a lot about me through my hodgepodge decor. I love that it's derived from little pieces of strangers' past lives: chippy furniture, vintage textiles, retro posters, handmade needlepoints, and even old photographs of people I never knew.
My boyfriend and I stayed in town at a bed and breakfast, in order to get a head start and have the pick of the lot. We usually get there bright and early and leave when the vendors are packing up, and since I knew it would be a long day, I dressed accordingly. I brought the rain with me to Massachusetts, so I wore my trusted SOREL boots to trek through the muddy lots - and with the rain, came the cold, which called for easy layers.
Sometimes I take my little car to Brimfield and search for tiny treasures, and other times I bring a cargo van and pack it to the brim. This past week, I pursued the latter - and I successfully filled it to capacity with velvet arm chairs, a farm table and benches, old school lockers, and a whole lot more. Here's to another successful Brimfield trip. It beats an air-conditioned store, every time.
Wearing: Lovers + Friends cardigan, Gypsy05 shirt, vintage Levi's shorts, my boyfriend's beanie, Elizabeth and James sunglasses, Coach backpack and SOREL Conquest Carly boots