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The predictable thing about spring and summer is that it’s the time of year that treasure-hunters are out in full force. And all that shopping and prepping and months of hard work done by dealers pays off in a big way.
This is the season to bring home the vintage bounty.
Thanks to all the readers and local entrepreneurs who sent notice of their upcoming sales. I’ve added it to the notices I picked up at Farm Chicks last weekend. Here’s the list so far. Feel free to add your event to the Spokesman-Review Treasure Hunting schedule because I’ll be updating it often.
You know there's a diamond in the sandbox. Somewhere. All you have to do is find it.
That's what it feels like to shop for one small thing in a crowded market or antiques show. There are so many things to look at, there is so much to catch your eye, it's hard not to be distracted and overwhelmed. Treasure hunting takes patience and persistence. You have to be willing to reach in and feel your way. Ah, but when you find what you've been searching for, it is all worthwhile.
Last weekend, at the Farm Chicks show, I spent a couple of hours shopping for two small cards. I had a couple of special thank-you notes I wanted to write and I wanted the paper they were written on to capture completely the spirit of the message. I knew that somewhere in the packed booths filled with everthing from furniture to fly-fishing poles, I would surely find two perfect cards or the materials to make my own.
I looked at a lot of possibilities: Funky vintage greeting cards and sweet antique postcards. Colorful retro children's flash cards with charming illustrations. Bits of vintage wallpaper. Scraps of ribbon. Old notebooks, yellowed with age.
Finally, stepping into Amy Prince's “Clothespin Cards” booth, I knew I could stop searching. Prince, a creative crafter who lives near Portland, OR, mixes lively words, vintage paper and fabric and tons of creativity and the result is a fun selection of paper goods.
I selected two tiny notebooks made of vintage paper board bound with bookbinding tape and decorated with a quote absolutely perfect for the short handwritten message I would add. The hunt was over.
Now, the rest is up to me.
Cheryl-Anne Millsap is a freelance columnist for The Spokesman-Review. You can reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org
You can find more Clothespin Cards on Etsy.
The thing I love the most about spending time at events like this weekend's Farm Chicks Antiques Show is that I get a chance to spend time with old friends. Over the years, I've written about so many of the dealers and vendors I've gotten to know them personally. I've watched their businesses grow as they have followed my career.
Saturday was no exception. After a hug from Serena - I first wrote about the Chicks just after the first barn sale - I moved inside and ran right into the ladies from Coeur d'Alene's “Forget-me-Not.” Another pair of entrepreneurs I love to spend time with.
Moving from booth to booth I spent my time visiting with some of the hardest working women I know. They shop, transport, refinish, paint, repurpose, renovate and beautify 7 days a week. Setting up a space at a show isn't just a throw-it-together thing. They design elaborate displays and create magical vignettes. They dress the part. And, most inspiring of all, they love what they do.
I'll be back for more fun today. Sunday is always less crowded and there are just as many treasures to find. But the real reason I'll make another trip to the fairgrounds is the chance to talk with the people who make it happen.
The shopping is great. But time with friends is the best find of all.
To see photos of some of the finds and faces of year's Farm Chick's Antique Show, click “continue reading.”
I headed out the the Farm Chicks sale early. I wanted to see how many people would be lined up and waiting for a chance to do some serious shopping.
The photo says it all.
By 9 a.m., the lined snaked all the way from the ticket gate to the street. The entire length of the parking lot.
When the doors opened at 10 a.m. the the circus started. Dealers were ready and waiting. I walked around talking and renewing old acquintances and getting an eyeful of all the shabby treasures.
I’ll be posting more as the day goes along.
So what? True treasure hunters never mind a little inclement weather. We’ve got all the tools we need to tough it out no matter what the season.
My newsprint rain boots are waiting at the door. All I need to do is slip them on and take off.
Rain? Bring it on. I’ll be puddle jumping, treasure hunting and having fun, fun, fun.
I’m curious. How many of you will be going to this weekend’s Farm Chick’s sale or Spokane Symphony Associates Upscale Sale in the company of friends? Do you hunt in a pack or are you a solo stalker, preferring to troll the aisles alone?
What’s your treasure hunting style?
I’ve been covering antiques and collectibles for the paper for years. (I started this blog in 2004.) I grew up in the business, raised in a family of collectors and dealers. While still in high school I sold vintage clothing to theater companies and collectors around town. When my children were small I had spaces in antique malls in th city where I lived. Over the years I’ve had plenty of chances to observe the behavior of show-shoppers and it’s always interesting. I’ve noticed a few “types”:
Girls Club: Shopping a sale or flea market isn’t just an outing. It’s a celebration. The day starts with a car full of girlfriends and a big breakfast, followed by coffee-to-go and sweet rolls in a bag. Arriving early is all part of the plan. Armed with caffeine, sugar and all the latest gossip, time spent standing in line passes quickly.
Honey do: Hubby comes along. You held the flashlight for him last Saturday so he could find that pesky rattle under the hood so, by golly, he can follow you to the antiques show and sale this weekend. Besides, it’s nice to have someone to carry your stuff to the car. This year, however, once he gets a look at the Farm Chick’s new Man Cave (decorated by Concept : Home) he might encourage you to shop a little longer.
Undercover (junk) lover: She forgot to set her alarm clock. She didn’t have time to shower. By the time she rolled out of bed it was too late to get all gussied up so she put on a baseball cap and her biggest pair of Jackie O. sunglasses and hit the road. Disguised, she glides right by friends who are distracted by pretty things.
The competititor: She wants it and it drives her crazy if you get it first. She prefers to go alone, without the distraction (or competition) of friends. She’ll take it right out of your hands if she thinks she can get away with it.
The bag lady: She comes prepared to haul a lot home. She’s wearing a fanny pack so she can reach her money, cell phone and lipstick without having to stop and rumble through a purse. She’s got a little cart with wheels and has two crushable tote bags for the extras. She left the compact at home and borrowed a truck. She’s wearing sensible shoes and cargo pants with extra pockets.
The appreciator. She rarely buys but when she does find a treasure she knows what she’s buying. She doesn’t get caught up in the frenzy. She takes her time and usually spots a bargain overlooked by the hard-chargers.
Whatever your technique, from lone wolf to girls gone wild, I hope you have a good time at the Farm Chicks show and wherever else you decide to do a little treasure-hunting this weekend.
(Drop me a line and tell me about your finds.)
Cheryl-Anne Millsap is a freelance columnist for The Spokesman-Review. She can be reached at email@example.com