Since the summer is rapidly (DAMN rapidly) coming to an end, and since Tami the Beautiful invited me, I decided to take the Sunday this weekend and travel to Aberfoyle Antique Market for my yearly “Buy Junk” antiques spree.
The morning started with a lovely snuggle from Molly, who was sad to see me heading out so early.
Aberfoyle is actually much closer to the city than I thought. After a quick stop for coffee, Tami and I were pulling into the parking lot while “sit-jumping” with excitement at all the dirty old things we would look at.
The day was perfect for aimlessly wandering through piles of old shit. As you can see, the booths were replete with old 70’s mumus and haunted childhood dolls. So basically, my paradise.
First, some of the things I didn’t buy:
Whatever the fuck this thing was, I didn’t buy.
Kim Mitchell Album I didn’t buy.
And of course, the usual gauntlet of AMAZING old furniture that I don’t need/can’t afford/have no space for:
So, seriously, if I had a store I would have bought this huge island/display case in a heartbeat. If I ever do buy a store I’m going to send these pictures to a carpenter and request an exact replica:
LOOK AT THE BACK. It’s beautiful from all sides>>>>>!!!!
Anyhoo. Other things I didn’t buy but considered buying include a wood-grain Thermos, a book on “Canadian” ettiquette, and a big blue desk with an old calendar thing on it.
I regret not buying the Canadian Ettiquette book, because it included such useful information as “Where should wraps be checked?” at my “First Formal Dance”:
OK, on to things I did buy.
I am doing a little side project right now that requires the storage of a bunch of shit. Since I can’t stand the look of cardboard boxes piled in my kitchen, I wanted to get some super hipstery old dirty boxes to store things in.
I spent an inordinate amount of time deciding on *which* dirty old boxes to buy. At first I thought the scotch box and the butter box with the rose on it…
But there was something aesthetically pleasing about the two butter boxes together and I ended up buying the pair:
Tami saw this first – a pure marble ashtray and LIGHTER. So the lighter is like, a big marble cube and you put lighter fluid in it and IT WORKS AND LIGHTS YOUR CIGARETTE/CIGAR/QUESTIONABLE THINGS. It is SO beautiful:
I placed it with my other raw marble ashtray. Because I want to collect them now. I decided.
Speaking of collections, my collection of Scheurich vases is slowing gaining momentum. I think I have at least five already… but most of them are the cream/brown or blue/green, and I always lust after the red ones because they are SO MID CENTURY that they give me a design boner.
The red tall one below is really unique and I got a great deal on it. The short crazy one beside it *probably* (read: definitely) isn’t West German, but it was dirt cheap and COME ON. IT’S AMAZING:
I put them on my shelf with my only other red Scheurich… a small little baby. She looks so much more comfortable with her friends around:
Tami and I also bought these two wicked pitchers. They are our friendship pitchers.
Bought this teeny glass box that I’m going to use as a terrarium. Obviously.
Finally, my collection of dirty old bottles needed to get a bit fleshier, so I managed to procure these FIVE wicked elixir and medicine bottles for EIGHT DOLLARS ALL IN. WHaaaaaaaa???
Finally, this old green goblet. Why? I don’t fucking know. It’s old-timey looking.
I’m still working on finessing my “dirty old bottle montage”, but I’m already happy about the direction it’s taking…
What a profitable day (of unnecessary junk procurement)! All that remains is to sit back among my dirty old bottles and watch the sun go down, gently nodding to my success.