The Christie Antique Show took place last weekend. I know this because I was there and because I am now thinking about all the ways a taxidermied fawn could be useful in an otherwise fawnless house. Right off the bat I can think of roughly 100 uses beyond the obvious … jewellery display. A taxidermy nativity scene would really amp up my front lawn at Christmas. Were there fawns in the nativity scene? Or just goats and wise men? I feel like there’s gonna be some sort of postal restrictions on delivering taxidermied wisemen.
If you want to get to know someone, walk around an antique show with them for an hour. That hour will uncover more than 10 years of listening in on their psychotherapy.
OH! I played with that when I was a kid. (you know their age)
Where are the hand sanitizing stations? I brought my own but I ran out on the drive over here. (you know they’re a germaphobe)
Is there a section with just new stuff? (you know they have no soul and will probably kill you while you sleep)
What would people find out about me while walking around an antique show? That I like french fries, psychotically creepy things, vintage taxidermy, rusty metal and sometimes things that sparkle.
Also I like things that would come in handy as great wedding presents. Like this ball and chain.
The fall show had all of it. Fries, rust, glow, sparkle and weirdness. The one thing that really, really hit me this trip to the Christie show was how years ago people had WAY more fun stuff. If there was a task to be done there was a tool for it.
This double pot for one burner is a prime example. Think you need a 6 burner stove? Don’t be ridiculous. You just need a double pot.
There were separate forks, knives, spoons, and serving pieces for every food imaginable because only the kind of barbarian that eats veins use the same fork for their dinner as they did for their lunch. If you were kosher, you could probably count on needing approximately 2,000 square feet just to house your silverware and dishes in Victorian times.
Displaying things at an antique show is a real art form, and even if you don’t walk out with anything in your arms you’ll be walking out with a load of ideas crammed into your head. Or iPhone.
I’d love to try this stacking look in my dining room but it seems moderately impractical.
French fry break. For me that is, for my sister it was a big schnozzy sausage.
I was half keeping my eyes open for oil portraits, which I love. This was a charcoal work from the 1800’s.
Based on the time period, I estimate the woman’s age to be about 32.
The latest in men’s underwear skirts in 1960.
These linen grain sacks are STILL going strong. I thought for sure they’d be done and over with a few years ago. I said the same thing about Jadeite, New Country and Paleo.
No one could call this little guy ugly.
This taxidermy duckling was the cutest thing ever. Even Pink Tool Belt, who isn’t as in tune with the cobwebs and creep side of herself as I am, loved it. $60.
Yeah. Those are teeth. Creepy but in a different way.
One of my favourite booths every show is the Vintage Inspired Cottage booth. Other than french fries, she has all of my antique show requisites.
Remember a while back in this post I commented that back in the day there was always a specific product for a specific task?
Enter the Grade A eggs, guaranteed for babies and invalids. Who knew there were special eggs for politicians.
As for what I got at the show, nothing creepy, nothing weird. I got 3 ironstone mugs, a silver covered dish, 4 copper measuring cups, a flow blue platter and drinking fountain. All for the low, low price of $108 total.
I have another use for the silver dish in my head, but for now it’s a cookie jar.
The drinking fountain. It measures 9.5 ” all around. It’s tiny. I’m going to install it at my community garden so I don’t have to suck hose when I forget my water bottles.
I’d like to end this post with a funny story. When I bought this drinking fountain I wondered out loud “How am I going to install this.”. When he overheard me, the husband of the husband and wife team who ran the booth said … wait for it … “Hire a plumber”.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh my sister and I laughed and laughed over that one.
Best laugh I had all day next to the time they asked if I wanted gravy on my fries. But that’s a story for another day.