Let us put by some hour of every day for holy things...

I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails.
I will believe the Hand which never fails,
From seeming evil, worketh good for me.
And though I weep because those sails are tattered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered:
I trust in Thee.
--Ann Kimmel

Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive shall fail and the fields shall yield no meat, the flock shall be cut off from the fold and there shall be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. Habakkuk 3:17-18

Friday, May 10, 2013

Friday's Finds, May 10 Edition

My son and I stopped off at a 4-H fundraiser sale today and I managed to grab a handful of vintage items, some at great prices, and some for not-so-great prices, but as it was for the proverbial "good cause" I didn't quibble too much. Not really a stellar day of junking, but time was limited.

 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.
   
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  1. vanessayoungMay 12, 2013 at 10:21 PM

    I 2 had a not so wonderful weekend of junking..but my husband saved it as much as he could :) ( You will read about it soon )

    Langston Hughes was born one in joplin missouri..thats where I do all my shopping its just 20 minute drive from where I live.


    Love the tacky flowers..Im also drawn to tacky vintage :)

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  2. VLWMay 13, 2013 at 8:56 AM

    How interesting! I didn't know that.

    Looking forward to your blog post, and I'll have to "come clean" about the plastic flowers in my next post. The new camera EATS batteries, so I've got to get that sorted out with a rechargeables. AND it didn't come with one of those little tiny card thingies... Hope to take care of all that today, and then I can photo like mad.

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