Monday, May 24, 2010
Adventures in Vintage...Classic!
Years ago, after my mother had passed away, my sister and I divvied up the spoons and whatever pieces of silver and silver-plate flatware that my mother had and I got the majority of these pieces because my sister's interests were on other things of my mother's, like the walking spinning wheel that I covet still, today. She's a shrewd one, I tell you. Anyway, once customers started snapping the spoons up, I noticed a few I had forgotten all about. They were engraved with the name "May" which was my German grandmother's name, May Schwarz, and my middle name is "May", after her. Germans, at least in my family, may not have been as creative when it came to names as the Swedes were, but they were every bit as industrious and proud of their European heritage, Midwestern life. I squirreled a few of these spoons away before any more would sell in hopes that someday, I may have a granddaughter named, in some way, "May." Hope does springs eternal.
Five o'clock came in a flash and the day ended with a soft, gentle rain that helped to usher the customers out of the field and back into their cars, carrying with them a whole host of things from the Blooming Hill Booth. I tidied things up a bit, secured and tied the walls of the tent, zipped up the doors and bid "adieu" to my booth neighbors on either side of me then, headed for home dreaming of Sunday and how fun it was going to be selling more things I'd gathered through the years from relatives, tag sales and auctions. "I can do this!" I said to myself.
In spite of what had happened during the night and the rain that was still refusing to subside yesterday morning, we decided to put our happy faces on and open for business in the wake of other vendors closing down and packing up. We were rewarded with friendly and understanding customers who bought a serpentine oak dresser, depression glass and plant stands from us. Now that's divine intervention at its best. However, by 2 o'clock, the rain was still falling and we were tired of constantly wiping raindrops off of wood surfaces and trying to protect indoor items from the outdoor forces of nature so we packed our things and joined the parade of vendors doing the same thing. We were one of the lucky ones who were able to get our truck and trailer out of the muddy field without having to be towed...kudos to Peter's driving skills and courageous spirit. Home we went to refinish and repolish things for another show on another day, someday soon.
Would I do this again? Absolutely! It was great fun and that far outweighed the rain, soggy clothes, water-drenched surfaces and muddy feet. The antiques?...They'll live to see another day and be just as beautiful as before with a little cherry wood finish and lemon polish. I'll be back but with a good pair of "muck" boots since it can get a little deep, in stories, history and especially mud. The tent will live to see many more antique and garden shows as well, once it has been water-proofed and shored up with additional stays to weather whatever Mother Nature sends us for the next vintage adventure turned classic experience.