Contrary to what Mr. VS thinks, I do not go to every sale that I see advertised (or unadvertised). Honest.
But you couldn't keep me away from an estate sale that included the remnants of a costume shop, especially three days before Halloween.
Fittingly, it was foggy and rainy as I drove to the sale, which was held here.
Inside, it was, believe it or not, even scarier.
There were thousands of pieces of clothing crammed into the garage, which had been the costume shop. This was an old-fashioned costume shop, mind you. No costumes in a bag here. If you wanted to be a cowboy, for instance, you put your outfit together on the spot, a hat here, a shirt there, some boots and so on.
I ventured a bit farther into the house and beat a hasty retreat, even from a room that was filled with yards of fabric, drawers of patterns and lots of sewing notions. Let's just say the operative word would be "nasty," and if I had to use my friend Barbara's patented apron rating system, and substitute bottles of Purell for aprons, this one would merit at least seven bottles of Purell.
Even the folks running the sale seemed to know that.
So back I went to Costume Cental, where things seemed cleaner and a little more organized. After a half hour of looking at costumes, I turned up a few interesting pieces for my vintage-loving daughter Grace, who is away at college.
The knit dress on the left seems very Joan-ish from "Mad Men." The taffeta circle skirt on the right has ribbons of pleats all around.
Two more little black dresses.
A silk dress on the left with beaded detail on the collar and a very 1960s blue linen dress on the right. (And, yes, Grace, it has pockets.)
And finally, a yellow plaid silk shirtwaist dress, which is one of Grace's favorite styles.But what about Halloween costumes? Well, I didn't bring any home, but that was OK.
Because the day before, I found Lily Munster (in the very cool original box). But more about that and some of my Halloween decor in my next post.