So I made it out of my snozzly fog long enough on Thursday to hit up an antique store. Or emporium. What do you call those places that are hundreds of vendors under one roof? This particular place calls itself the Antique Trove and there is one in Roseville and one in San Carlos. Both convenient to me depending on what day of the week it is.
Today it was San Carlos. I tend to get overwhelmed in places like this and that old expression ‘can’t see the forest for the trees’ begins to make sense to me. I need a purpose otherwise my eyes can’t rest on anything except the alarming number of old furs for sale. So even though I was kind of kidding the other day about looking for handkerchiefs that’s exactly what I went in for.
I made one pass through the place. There was a woman following close behind me that wasn’t adhering to the antique emporium etiquette protocol. First of all those booths are all about the size of a small walk-in closet and are jammed packed with Aunt Enid’s old fox stole and a ton of very expensive, tippy, breakable things.
There’s barely room for one person so the polite thing to do is to wait for the person ahead of you to take a look around before taking your turn. This woman is probably one of those people that get super duper close to you when you are at the check out line in the supermarket. It’s not like her jamming her cart into your Achilles tendon is going to make the person in front of you check out any faster, right?
Anyway – I believe there is a post in here somewhere – oh yes. So I made one pass and was going to take my consumptive self back out to my car when I decided to just walk through again quickly. And wouldn’t you know the second or third booth from the front door had a great selection of hankies that I just flat out missed the first time around. I bought two single ones and at the very bottom of the heap was this old box and it had a set of three handkerchiefs that had never been used. Jackpot.
I have no idea what I’ll ever do with them. They are too pretty to blow my nose on. I may try incorporating them into pillows or something like that.
*Bleshoo ~ when I was little that’s what I though people said when you sneezed. I think I was about 24 before I realized it was actually bless you. Same with next door – which I thought it was next store which made no sense but I went with it. My people need to learn how to enunciate.
Oh, Andrea, what pretty finds! I’m glad you hoisted yourself up by your boot straps and got out of the house!
We call the three places near us Antique Malls. What gorgeous, gorgeous finds you have there. I just picked up a copy of Cottage Style yesterday and they have an article on decorating fireplace mantles. Two of the ideas used pretty hankies. Don’t know if you have a mantle. I use some of mine to decorate the shelves of the two old china cupboards I have. Mine are all packed now, but after my move, I’ll get them set up and post a photo to my blog.
The hankies you found a lovely. I collect hankies also. I’m not really sure why I started to collect these pretty little things…..maybe its the lace or the way they look so delicate. What ever the reason I love them.
Oh, those are so pretty! Delicate & dainty!
Bleshoo! 🙂
Such beautiful hankies. I have some of my grandmother’s that I cherish and would love to find a way to display them. She hand crocheted most of them.
Those are glorious! But you’re right – they’re too pretty to use. Still, just dwelling on the possibilities is pleasant.
You are so hilarious!
I thought all dogs were boys and all cats were girls when I was little!
Jeetjet? That means- Did you eat yet? It is in all families…
those hankies are so pretty…I would just have to carry one in my bag to pull out for show, lol!
The hankies are beautiful. I have framed a couple of hankies and also made a Hanky Baby Bonnet a couple of years ago. Enjoy your pretty finds….