Okay, here's the loot.
I paid 50 cents for the tooled leather handbag. It needs repair work, but I think it has possibilities for the right buyer. It reminds me of the purse my grandmother carried for years which is probably why I was drawn to it.
For a quarter apiece, I got a bunch of vintage sewing patterns, a kitschy combination corkscrew, shot glass, and golf club swizzle stick affair, and a big centerpiece of wonderfully tacky plastic flowers. (Tacky plastic flowers are another of my dirty little vintage secrets, but I'll share more about that another day.) Then I got several pieces of jewelry. This was the overpriced stuff, and I'm not going to photograph it all here. But I got a demi-parure in blue navette rhinestones, and another of set made of sparkly pink plastic. (The sparkles aren't showing up here, but I'll do some cleaning and then they'll appear to advantage.)
I've managed to load a few paltry items in the Etsy shops today between running errands and attempting to learn the ins and outs of the new camera.
One thing I particularly wanted to share with you about is an iconic 1975 notecard. It features the haunting, inspiring poem by Langston Hughes, "Dreams", and a design reminiscent of the short story, Jonathan Livingston Seagull. It's the very essence of the seventies--or at least, my 1970s, growing up in Florida and going to the beach several times a week, and studying Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle in English class.
Isn't this pretty? It's on elegant textured paper with a surface rather like rice paper.
I wonder how many other fifty-something adults in this country were introduced to Langston Hughes through this same poetry anthology? I loved--still love--this book, and went through a lot of effort to track down a copy. It's now falling to pieces and the pages are yellowed, but I treasure it.
Well, time for supper--our first cookout of the season! Have a great weekend.