I’ve finally been to a jumble sale – it’s been far too long! On Sunday, we went down to Stafford to see my sister on her birthday. (See ‘Nurses and Brides’ post). I swear the Midlands is the Mecca for jumble and car boot sales. We went to a village jumble in Gnosall, queued up from quarter to with everyone else. My sister, Megan, very loudly proclaimed that she hated kissing old people on the lips; Kirsty, equally as loudly, said she loved it… It’s a miracle they sold us anything.
Megan was right in there. I’ve never seen anything like it. Elbowing O.A.Ps left, right and centre: it was amazing. I was a bit more sedate. It’s been that long since I’ve been to one, I think I’ve forgotten the knack of it. The bits and bobs were easy to look around… it was the clothes mountain that scared me off. However, scary women (and there was one VERY scary woman in particular: “If you want to get in there, I’ll move. You’ve only got to ask, there’s no need to be so rude.” This was said to a very old lady who had gently – she was quite old, mind – nudged her on the elbow. Cue five minutes of vitriol pouring out of her mouth.) aside, we did get a few bits and bobs:
All those for a pound!
My best find though wasn’t even retro or vintage:
It shouldn’t really be featured as I do try to limit my posts to anything vaguely retro or vintage BUT it was such a fantastic bargain, I had to show it off. We looked it up when we got home and the same model should cost £110. It works perfectly and has everything with it, including the instructions. I’m a bit excited. I know it’s sad… as soon as my evil week is over then I’ll get making some stuff. I suppose that’s fairly retro, isn’t it? Aren’t we supposed to be modern women nowadays, all debauchery, lager, late nights and loose love? No…? Ah well, best continue on like nothing’s changed then.
I think I could get addicted to jumble sales. They’re so cheap, it’s almost scandalous. On the way out of the hall, Megan said, “I really feel like going and looking around the charity shops now. Is town open?” It’s the thrill of finding something for nothing, isn’t it, that gets you hooked. Just a shame that I can’t seem to find any in Manchester.
- Being Modern: Vintage (independent.co.uk)