So many people tried on this little 1950s dress, but like Cinderella's slipper, no one could make it fit
Well, it was a lovely day for a sale. Everyone was ready for a sunny bank holiday. I set up my stall in the middle of a village green, which was soon thronging with people.
I met so many people, old faces and new ones. People love to chat. Sometimes they want to tell you about the memories evoked by certain things, "my mother had one of those...." Buttons seem to be especially evocative. I love it when people comb through my big linen hamper, searching out a treasure or two, and emerge triumphant with something to take home, and maybe upcycle into something new. I had quite a few American customers today, and my stock seemed to find favour with them. There was a man who was grieving for his brother, just wanted to get out of the house, and treated himself to a rose teacup and saucer, and a young Aussie guy who was fascinated by a wooden French knitting spool, bought it, and was off home to see if he could find a tutorial on YouTube.
This is me with my stall (wearing the SeaSalt dress I posted about a while ago!)
My friend Lucy was at the stall next door, and opposite was a lovely retro and vintage dealer. Behind was a bread stall from the local artisan bakery, which meant that there was a steady supply of freshly baked almond croissants, foccacia, sausage rolls and Danish pastries....and this time we'd remembered a flask of coffee to keep us going.
I sold lots of things, but there's still lots left for the Foxtail Lilly sale in Oundle next Saturday, 11am -3pm.