I always love going home to see my parents in CT. There is something so great about exiting the train after a 45 minute ride and smelling the fresh air. Sometimes, I just need that time with family away from the action in NYC. This trip M decided to accompany me, and we decided it was only appropriate to take my mom to the flea market in Danbury Sunday morning. We had been the previous year, and knew that my mom, a true vintage lover and collector would enjoy it. The day was beautiful, and there were tons of steals and finds. Below are a few things that caught my eye, and the ones that I was able to buy.
Original Native American paint set from 1930's. I walked away from this purchase, and now cannot sleep because of it! I am beside myself...but at least I have the pictures to share.
there were several pages of these photographs.
I loved this vanity carrying case.The blue is also amazing. I fantasize about the woman who carried this...the trips she went on, the parties she attended, the dresses she wore.
I'd like to imagine this is an image from either a graduation (see each child holding scrolled paper)...or some sort of ball...
M bought me this amazing floral ragball. These balls, which consist of vintage fabric date back to the late 1800's. Karen in the past has taken a small strip and made us bracelets out of them!
I bought this little bottle (the broken parts came from a watch) in hopes of wearing it as a necklace. I love the cork top, and the "broken parts" label. The text seems romantic in a way; something so precious- such as something broken or damaged, stored in a clear fragile glass bottle- for all to see in. Ironically, when I was trying to tie twine around it to wear, the glass shattered, and the broken parts spilled out.