On the vintage trail!

Went out to Welshpool today for the annual sale of vintage clothes from Ashman Antiques. Some of the pieces were interesting, some good, and some complete old tat. That's the thing with vintage, sometimes what wouldn't make it past the front doors of a charity shop is paraded out as being really special and unique and vintage, when really the items are just sad. Or sadly past it!

My shopping client and I looked at a vintage taffeta ball gown from the 1940s, which was lovely, but considering it had a 6 inch rip at the waist, we hardly thought it justified the price tag of £125.

Still, there were some hot bargains, and was happy to get a man's frock coat for the princey sum of £5.

I think vintage is strictly for people with imagination and stamina. Folks who enjoy a good rummage, and a good story about the origins of the pieces. I did consider that some of the stories might have had an element of fiction in them, but still vintage pieces DO come with history. It's just not often known what the story is.

Anyway, a marvellous day, and if the photos have turned out OK, will post those in the next few days.

Tootle-loo,
Rose the Shopper