Last weekend our little town had a flea market! Imagine my surprise?! Things like that never go down around here. This was actually the first flea market I have ever been to, and it was fun! My score? There was this little old lady who had a table stacked high with vintage doll clothes. I asked her what the prices were and she hmm'd and hawed. She obviously had the same haggling skills as me. She told me $1 a piece, which I thought was a total steal. After I had given her my bounty to be counted, she said (in that adorable little old lady voice) "oh I didn't know you wanted so much!, I'll give them to you for a quarter a piece."
Ok, I can deal with that.
I spent the weekend carefully Biz-ing each piece to remove yellowing and stains. Then I really looked over each item to see where they need repairs. I'm going to work on it over the next few months and give them to Eliza for Christmas. (This will be supervised play, don't worry. No jam stains on the gorgeous doll clothes. ;)
You guys know how I feel about people throwing out treasures, again and again.. It was so cool to actually meet the lady who had collected these and to hear her story. She seemed delighted when I told her I planned to clean them up and present them to my daughter as a Christmas present. Relieved it seemed, to know they would be loved. Of course, now I have to track down a doll. Confession-most dolls kinda creep me out. "Wanted: Pretty doll that does not look like it will wake up during the night and come after my family."
Now tell me, is there anyone out there that wouldn't wear this if it came in your size? I mean, I know there are, but seriously-how cute is this coat? See you all soon. :)