My booth, WW Vintage, at In Retrospect - from January through May.
It was such a busy semester that I haven’t been blogging as much as I intended to. Between acting and crewing in shows, math, language and scenic shop classes, and trying to have a social life outside of that, I haven’t spent as much time talking about antiquing as much as I spend DOING the antiquing. So, hello!
I hope to post with more regularity now that I only have summer classes.
Thanks for all of the new followers. Happy hunting!
11/27/16: I had a strangely vivid dream this morning, it was the one I woke up from in fact. I was at a small antique booth/stall in the middle of a large department store. They had an old, rare, Tarot deck sitting in the display case. It was some gold-gilded Medieval style mouse deck? I asked the shop keeper about it and he said it was 110$ and handed me the tattered pages of the booklet. There were only about three or four pages left but the images on the cards were stunning.
Just then a lady came up behind me and asked if I read Tarot. I said of course and she seemed so relieved. She then began to tell me about her problems and how she needed a reading done. I was being rather rude (mostly because I was just thinking about that deck,) but I was trying to write down my email and shop link for her so she could contact me later. When I told her I mostly did email readings she seemed rather put off, but acknowledged the benefits of email readings (being able to look back and the information and pictures etc,) after I had explained to her why I prefer that method.
At that point I had asked the shop keeper if I could see the deck, that I was interested in purchasing it if he’d give me a small discount because of the damage. He seemed weary to give it up, and when I opened the box I knew why. The cards were in a very, very, old, most of the print had worn off. They didn’t even look like cards, just old book pages with writing on them. It was pretty disappointing but before I could go any further, the sound of my one year old stirring woke me up.
This is a weird dream to me because, well, it wasn’t weird, it almost felt normal! And I rarely ever have ‘normal’ dreams. My question for the community is this:
Do you ever have Tarot related dreams? What kind? Do tell!
In Retrospect opened yesterday and I’ve sold some things already!
To celebrate, I.. bought more stuff.
Thrift store haul of the day:
A vintage (1980s) issue of Architectural Digest, which I will use in a display, and a framed print of a New Yorker cover with a slinky martini-sippin’ lady.
A rotating necklace display that - have to brag - I got for $1. I didn’t have such a thing yet so, amusingly, this is the premium find of today’s thrift lot. :)
A framed copy of a poem called “The Fretter” by Richard M. “Pek” Gunn. This kind of Americana doesn’t usually interest me because we’re drowning in it here in Arkansas. However, I really like the crosshatch-y line drawing of an old man looking out into the wilderness that is behind the text of the poem. Rather morbid for a happy ol’ southerner poem
Two mid-century anniversary trays that I had been eyeing for a while. They’re long and skinny and would be good for laying necklaces out on, or little candies, or just to sit on a vanity.
Couldn’t resist - another compote dish by Jeanette. This one is in “Amberina” (amber-colored, obviously) and not in as pristine shape as the clear one I already have at the store. Regardless, pedestal dishes like this can be used for all sorts of things.