I went to an antique show this weekend. A HUGE antique show. The Christie Antique Show.
Twice a year Canada’s largest antique show sets up shop 5 minutes from my house. Even though people drive from hours away to attend, I only end up making it there once every couple of years. It is 5 minutes away. Sometimes that’s a struggle. If the show were held on my front lawn, there are times it would be a struggle to make it there. My grass for instance is currently 17 feet high because it’s such a struggle to make it out there.
Christie’s has 300 dealers on 10 acres of field. Anyone serious about buying or selling antiques is at this show and they’re there EARLY. And they’re well nourished and hydrated.
My sister and I arrived fashionably late, by 6:45. Just kidding. We rolled in around 10:30, figuring that 7 hours would be plenty of time to stroll around the wares. My sister and I are stupid. We made it through the first 5 acres in about 6 hours and ran through the last five in an hour. I slowed things down by constantly taking pictures, she slowed things down by looking at every single wall sconce, chair and table in the place. She has issues.
I have so many pictures of so many great things from the day that I’ve decided to split it up into two posts. One part now, one part next week.
I struggled with trying to categorize all the things I found into “Art”, “Unique”, “Ridiculously Expensive”, “The Classics”, etc., but I ultimately ended up deciding to just show you everything in the order I saw them in. Starting with … the entrance.
I never met a bowl I didn’t like. ‘Cept one filled with brussels sprouts.
A small child doll recently released from prison.
So that takes us up to around hour 4 at Christie’s. And I have yet to buy a thing. That’s coming up in hours 5 and 6 which you’ll will see in next week’s post.
I cannot say enough about how much fun going to an antique show is. Especially one held at the beginning of summer out in a big field. You know it’s a great show when people leaving without anything are just as happy as the people leaving with bags and boxes full of stuff. As you can see from the pictures, every booth you walked into, every row you walked down was filled with tons of beautiful and fun objects. I could have stared at the big pile of sap buckets alone for an hour!
Now if you’ll excuse me I have scads of money to make by writing a horror movie starring that hideous clown.