Somebody didn't want me to go on the Route 34B Sale.
But in desperate need of some mental health junking, I went anyways and I found some really great stuff. So I promise not to tell the doll that he nicknamed "Psycho Susie" to haunt his every waking moment.
On the other hand, there are two more somebodys who are glad that I did go on the Route 34B Sale because within the first few miles, I saw a sign that I will remember for quite some time.
Vintage clothes. $1.
These weren't the bad vintage clothes that I so commonly see these days. You know, those heavy polyester pantsuits, circa 1975. These were wonderful pieces from the 1940s and 50s, so I accumulated a pile, knowing that my daughters might be interested in my finds.
Luckily, one of my girls -- Emily -- was making a visit home from college. Her sister, however, is studying abroad this semester in England, so, Grace, this fashion show is for you.
This is the dress that had me at hello. So sunny and in perfect condition. (Your dad says it looks like a bedspread, but what does he know?)
This is probably my favorite dress but, obviously, not Emily's.
But I love the stripes, the diagonal pockets, the gored skirt and yes, those wonderful little buttons. I'm guessing that it's from the 1940s.
Emily has dibs on this one, which she calls a Grandma Lou dress. The fabric has squirrels and bunnies on it.
She's also rather fond of this 1940s-ish playsuit so you may have to wrestle her for it at Christmas.
These two gowns are size negative 2 so they're probably headed to Etsy. But I do have to show you the back of this one.
Great, right? That is a black velvet bow with streamers that extend the length of the gown. The pink fabric has a pattern of flocked black squares with interlocking little black bows.
But back to Psycho Susie, which I found in King Ferry, laying on a blue plastic tarp. She was a buck and creepy enough, I thought, to be a perfect Halloween doll. It was kind of funny that when I paid for her, I was told that she was a family heirloom, which made me wonder why she was a buck and laying on a blue plastic tarp by the side of the road.
But maybe I know why now. Since I brought her home, no one seems to want her around. So she's living in the garage and is bound for Etsy, in time, I hope, to be celebrating Halloween with another family.
Love and miss you,