[New] Old Finds


Today’s post features some of my recent acquisitions, which include a vintage American flag along with some old photographs, a seascape and more. Todd Farm Flea Market has reopened for the season, so I’m back on my game. Last weekend we stopped in as we usually do during the season, and let me tell ya, the place was crawling with hipsters. I’ve never seen so many skinny jeans, workboots, ironic facial hair, knit caps and tote bags featuring screenprinted owls gathered together (but then I don’t get around much).

Even though I have hipster sympathies, since I pretty much have the same taste, from typewriters to pickling (only my credentials for such things reach as far back as the last century), I confess to not being too excited about sharing my flea market with so many new buyers. But really, what am I complaining about? The uptick in interest in old stuff is good for all of us. If more vinyl records, film cameras, and molded plastic chairs populate one-bedroom apartments instead of landfills, we all win.

But I draw the line at auctions. If these young whippersnappers start showing up there, then all bets are off.

Flea Market Fashion Follow-up

The New England flea market season has commenced. Unlike our West Coast and southern kin, who trek to places like the Rose Bowl Flea Market in Pasadena or Scott Antique Market in Atlanta to pick up vintage picture frames and antique bureaus year-round, those of us who live in colder climes must suffer through a protracted winter free of deals and steals. Unless you consider going to an indoor flea market appealing — and we do have a few of these around here, held in one of those post-bankruptcy empty big box stores repurposed into a series of 10-foot stalls staffed by vendors who look as if they never inhale fresh air unless forced to do so on the way to their vans — it’s probably been a while since you’ve had a chance to take a stroll through a flea market. For myself, I don’t consider an indoor flea market a real flea market, so the opening of New England’s outdoor markets is a sign of Spring indeed. Lo! The rains are over and gone, the old is new again — or at least new-ish — and we can begin the cycle of purchase, reject, purchase once more.

As if the opening of Todd Farm wasn’t enough, Brimfield is taking place later this week. I don’t usually go to Brimfield. It seems like a major commitment, even though I live in Massachusetts and could be there and back again in a day. Which I did once and don’t really recommend. I considered going to Brimfield this round, as there is a Social Media event planned by a few enterprising bloggers to coordinate with all the designers heading there and I thought witnessing the mash-up of old junk and new twitter accounts might inspire me in my own attempt to blend old and new. But I decided to stay home and prepare for Blogfest 2011, taking place next week in New York. And by prepare I mean going on a juice fast and a wardrobe makeover, neither of which will actually happen but could, theoretically, if I don’t go to Brimfield.

Speaking of wardrobes, it’s that time again, where we peruse the best of Todd Farm fashion. This past market was subject to some dicey weather, best summed in the following photo:

Flea Market weather forecast

As a result, most of the crowd was made up of diehards: no-joke utilitarian flea marketers that are of the Mary Randolph Carter persuasion, alluded to in my last fashion post. But as the day wore on the hipsters rolled out of bed, and the scenery began to change, with cargo jackets giving way to whimsy and riot grrrls. Appropriately enough, this progression pretty much describes Spring itself, as the leaves unfurl a little more each day and New England wakes up and puts on a show, after what is the fashion equivalent of a long slow winter wrapped in an army-issue wool blanket.

Oliver. Who, I was told, doesn't like dogs or people. Maybe he's onto something.

She bought her vintage boots five years ago at a thrift store. Score one for vintage value. Click the photo to check out her atmospheric blog, Demure Folk, the name of which sums up her look nicely actually, heidi braids and all.

Very on trend with the red pants and black tights under open toe shoes yet completely classic New England. (With a hit of Midwestern via the giant serving of coffee for good measure.) Companion looks smashing too of course - the second week I've spotted an example of successful double denim!

The next two photos honor the fact that it was Mother's Day that day and that some mothers have a certain fearlessness when it comes to color.

She even color-blocked her fingernails with coral polish. And she styled her child to maximum effect. Happy Mother's Day to her.

And the Mary Randolph Carter award goes to...this one, with her comfortable suede boots from Goodwill and her functional army jacket. This lady is a serious flea marketer who still managed to inject some style into the process. She sources her chunky jewelry (an elephant necklace in this case) from online vintage stores. Not afraid of new ways to find old things.

Let’s Talk Fashion

And by fashion we mean the only category of fashion on which The Roving Home considers itself an authority: dressing for the flea market.

I know. You’re thinking: why bother? Who wants to consider their clothes at 6 (or 5, or whatever crazy in-the-o’clock-you-are) in the morning just before heading out to a dusty field to peruse the detritus of a bunch of other people? It might seem as though, of all places, the flea market is the one destination where you can arrive approximately five minutes after waking up and donning a pair of sweat pants or too-small shorts. But just because something seems true doesn’t make it so. In fact, for the flea market aficionado, clothing is a carefully considered part of the equation.

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