It's been some time since I visited Chesterfield flea market. A combination of bad weather and other commitments has meant that Joanne and I have spent our Thursdays elsewhere lately, so it was good to be back yesterday.
Don't worry, I did wear a coat, but I wanted to show off this new-to-me 1970s frock from my charity shop. I found it as I rummaged among the summer stock in the attic, looking for some colour and print to brighten up the dress rail, which was looking hopelessly tired, dull and drab.
I know this dress is sleeveless, but that doesn't make it an exclusively summer piece, does it? I brought all manner of pretty dresses down to put out in the shop, to the consternation of the other volunteers; but that's summer stock!
Well, the proof of the strategy is in the sales; I put a sleeveless dress with a great digital print and a brightly coloured little jacket on a mannequin in the window, and a lady bought the entire outfit about 10 minutes later. So there!
I can't tell you how much I love doing the window display, and how much I preen with self-satisfaction when a customer says it looks good.
1970s St Michael faux fur jacket, 1970s Christian Marcus dress, brooch, bangles and tights - charity shopped
Boots - retail
1970s necklace - vintage market
Now what was I saying? I've distracted myself.
Oh yes - Chesterfield.
Joseph greeted us like long-lost friends; I bought a 1950s Alfred Meakin Montmartre jug from his stall. We don't do Mothers Day in this house, but I don't need an excuse to buy myself something pretty for a quid.
I wonder what she gets for Mothers Day?
Booze, bunnies and buckets.
Only the strongest and best cocoa for Her Most Gracious Majesty.
No wonder Action Man looks grumpy - he's lost his pants.
Your own Personal Jesus.
Wonderful vintage packaging..
The juxtaposition of lard and champagne made me laugh.
Objects of the day, both from the early years of the Twentieth century;
a Cabinetta oak and canvas fold-up officer's campaign bed, possibly dating from the First World War or earlier (they were used in the Boer War too);
and a rather grotesque fur evening bag made out of ermine, I think. All its little teeth are intact, and if you lift up its head, you can see its paws. I'm used to seeing fox stoles, but I've never seen a bag with an animal's head on it before.
I don't know what the poor thing's got to smile about... Possibly the fact that the seller informed me it was a bat.
Apart from my Meakin jug, I pushed the boat out and spent a whole tenner on Jo and Amanda's stall. They were having one of their 3-items-for-a-fiver sales, so here are my six pieces;
an Edina Ronay Victoriana-style jacket (doesn't suit me at all, so it's destined for Ebay)
a very weighty beaded Twenties-style dress
a Monsoon silk and net skirt
John Smedley cotton knit hoodie (for Claudia)
a blue/black wiggle dress by Taylor (not a brand I know)
and a 1970s Indian block-printed wraparound maxi skirt.
£1.70 each - not bad.
And that's why I love a visit to Chesterfield market!
I'm out for dinner with my old friends Sally and Claire tonight, so I'd better go and put my face on; have a great weekend, everyone!