I made two trips to Bouckville last week. And the Monkees didn't come home with me on either occasion.
Partly because I didn't have $94.99 (marked down from $124.99) that I wanted to part with.
And, secondly, because I went to Bouckville on a mission. I was in search of nativity figures, including a replacement for "Tracheotomy Mary," who has a bit of an issue with her neck. I also need a Joseph and two additional kings to match the German-made ones on the right. But no luck with any of those, so the search continues.
I did run into Gina and found some bargains at Half-Off Jack's, which is what Gina nicknamed the booth run by a guy named Jack, who is from Youngstown, Ohio.
In one of Jack's box lots, I found some odds and ends and a trio of Japanese houses and an intact plastic manger in its original box.
More Christmas turned up in another field, where I picked up a pair of diorama ornaments.
I also found a bit of unexpected Halloween. These two children's costumes were hanging on a rack with a bunch of $5 vintage dresses.
I bought them for resale but I am having second thoughts about the skeleton and its classic graphics.
Daughter No. 1 wants me to get rid of the devil costume ASAP. "That's creepy," she said.
So that's it for my purchases (except for a couple of things I was too lazy to photograph). I leave you with these images of Bouckville, including a few special ones for Sue of Vintage Rescue Squad, who was unable to get to Upstate New York this year and was missed by one and all.
Crazy contraption telling us to shop.
Religious icons praying for good buys.
Convention of vintage dress forms.
And seed packets.
For Sue, some medical charts.
And a yard-long.
And a whole bunch of stuff that is right up her alley.
On my second trip, only the red glider was still here. Here's hoping that the pink and yellow gliders went to the same home.
Every year at Bouckville, there's something in abundance. This year it was bottles from old dairies.
Finally, there were also a lot of baby heads, and, yes, I did buy one. But not this little gal, who was making a desperate plea on my second trip.
I think she was $100, so, no, she didn't come home with me either. Maybe she and the Monkees will be able to spend the winter together.