It’s that time of year again! I’m on the road, working my way up the east coast, heading for New England in search of groovy and glamorous vintage clothing for my business. It’s a dirty job, but someone’s got to do it! Really, how can you not love a job that involves shopping for a living? Plus, the two great girls I have working for me are taking care of business while I’m off tracking down new stuff. So no worries about getting orders out while I’m away. Sweet!

Of course, all the driving I’m doing can be quite exhausting. So it’s imperative I take a break occasionally to poke around in the little out of the way antique shops I find along the way. I don’t always find vintage clothes, but I always find something, even if it’s just the entertainment I get from just looking at all the old, weird and wonderful things I come across.

Take today for instance. I totally struck out in the vintage clothing department. Found a whole booth full of vintage dresses, but unfortuately none were in the kind of condition I prefer to offer on my website. Boo Hoo! It always makes me so sad to see beautiful vintage clothing all distressed, especially when it has high price tags on it!

But I was able to buy myself about ten vintage fashion magazines from the 40s, 50s and 60s for between 3.00 and 6.00 a piece. That kind of cheered me up a bit.

Anyway I took some pictures of some things that caught my eye while I was poking around.

The excrutiatingly adorable vintage wall clock with cherries on it and cute cannister set would be in my car right now if I didn’t already have a perfectly nice vintage clock and kitchen cannister set already. It did make me think about getting rid of the others just to have these. If I could only afford a second home!

Cheery cherry clock

Vintage kitchen cannister set

Here are a pair of 1960’s Andrew Geller black patent leather stilletos I had the misfortune of discovering. Misfortune, because no matter how hard I tried I could not squash my feet into them. Note to self. When you get home talk to podiatrist about severing a few toes to accomodate fabulous, but narrow, vintage high heels. (just kidding) But aren’t these amazing with the red dots on them?

60s Andrew Geller black patent leather stilleto heels

This next display brought back some lovely childhood memories. Back in the 60s my mom always kept a bowl of plastic fruit on the table. It was popular back then for people to display plastic fruit for some strange reason.

I remember them so clearly, even though I was very young, because my Mom used them as a disciplinary tool. That’ s right. I was a victim of child fruit abuse. My mom used to wing them at me and my sisters when we pissed her off. Instead of spanking us, she would throw the plastic fruit at us. She missed most of the time, since we always ran away. It’s tough to hit a moving target you know. And we always laughed at her when she was doing it. So apparently this method of behavior modification failed miserably.

But seeing this bowl of fruit today brought back those memories of flying plastic pineapples, plums and peaches and actually made me smile! I sure miss my Mom and I’d give anything to have her here chucking fruit at me again!

Plastic fruit display in vintage bowl

Of course it was only a matter of time before I came across some creepy and weird things to kill my happy nostalgia buzz. First of all, I don’t like dolls , clowns or trolls. There are too many movies about dolls that come alive and wreak havoc and kill people and stuff, like that one in the Trilogy of Terror series in 1975, never mind the Chucky movies. They’re always just sitting there staring blankly into space. But they don’t fool me. Same with the clowns. They’re up to no good, I tell ya. And trolls are just plain ugly.

These are things nightmares are made of. I’m going to have trouble sleeping tonight because I can’t get these images out of my mind. I mean look at her. And is that the freakish child she spawned that’s sitting next to her? The condition she’s in, she’s bound to have revenge in mind.

This doll has nothing to lose.

Let me guess, a clown mated with a wishnik and now we have this hideous hybrid of the doll world.

A troll/clown hybrid. It can't get worse than this.

And last but not least. I did a double take when I spotted this. Ok, I know it’s a shoemaker. But at first glance, you have to ask yourself, what the heck has he got going on there? Like, “hey, maybe that extra dose of Viagra wasn’t such a good idea after all!” Ok, maybe it’s me.

Old man getting ready to wack away!