This past weekend the family took a field trip to Brimfield, which is a tiny town on the Connecticut border that swells by the thousands on several select weekends in May, July and September.
Twenty different shows set up in various fields, with dealer’s displaying their fine wares and assorted shlock, and then await as I heard one person put it, “for the Mongolian hoardes” to descend. Some things baffle the mind, such as these refugees; perhaps from a Chinese restaurant?
Others stage their booths with a decorator’s touch:
Meg and her husband love to pick through antique shops, flea markets and shows. From a young age, Meg was shaped and molded into kid of impeccable taste by her parents, as they put their progeny into the old wooden station wagon and headed for parts unknown every weekend in search of a plum find. Almost weekly, Meg and her mother would head to the next town over and haunt a place called “The Owl Shop”. It had three stories of nooks, crannies, rickety stairs and dust. It also had hidden treasure behind every stack of furniture and books, and this is where Meg honed her craft of finding goodies.
In fact, young Meg started her collection of vintage beaded purses on one of those very trips:
She paid $1.00 for that black and white beaded purse from Paris. Let’s just say she knew a find when she saw it.
Needless to say, Meg’s DNA awakened as soon as she hit the parking lot for Saturday’s show. Senses were heightened, and she was armed with cash, and ready to deal baby, deal.
Here’s how Meg rolls. Once upon a time she used to just get stuff that was a bargain. Then Meg wised up and pared her stuff down, and she and her husband settled into collecting very specific things they like, keeping their collections simple and tastefully displayed.
She purchased these fine items for her cozy kitchen area!
This apple green French enamel coffee pot.
This handpainted oil can by folk artist Peter Ompir made her heart sing!
This rustic Quimper plate fits right in with Meg’s pottery collection:
Meg husband likes to collect old tin toys and banks, and he spied what he thought was the perfect toy for his collection:
The Lincoln Tunnel. Little cars run back and forth to New Jersey complete with a cop directing traffic!
All in all the family had a fun day of browsing, people watching (I so regret not being quick enough with my camera to snap the baby leopard cub tattooed on one woman’s arm) and discovering little gems. And next time we go, I am seriously considering purchasing the Brooklyn Bridge.