It's a funny thing, Brimfield buying and treasure hunting in general. Like in the larger scheme of life, I really do love to have a plan. Lists are fabulous - essential, I dare say. But just as essential is the ability to ditch the plan, ignore the list, and let go of any and all expectation when the time calls for that. Such was certainly the case this week in Brimfield when not a single thing on my 'wish list' was something I could find/love/buy/bring home. But regardless of that list, I didn't come home emtpy handed at all. Fun, light, and fun were the themes of the day's treasures...
These vintage hats caught my eye, thinking of how much appreciated it is when the dress up gets a bit of a new boost. Though I don't anticipate these being limited to 'dress up', if the clothing collections they put together today are any indication.
My little miss found herself with a new chair yesterday morning when she woke up. Having outgrown the high chair, she was in a booster seat that was perfectly adequate but that honestly we didn't love. I've had it in the back of my mind to find one of these child's chairs and was so glad I did find one in Brimfield. She's glad too.
My girls got themselves some new vintage dresses from the very same dealer I bought some of Adelaide's favorite dresses from last year. And just like last year, the second I got to the car, I regretted not getting a few more. Less expensive than anything I could buy 'new', and oh so much nicer. So much beauty and detail in those old garments. Oh well, there's next year. When I also will surely pick up more headscarves, as that's the best place to get them. And serving spoons by the bucket full, yes, yes. All so useful and necessary.
Garden decor, I worry, can be a slippery slope. A rusted galvanized tub here, an enamel pot there, an old window pane over there....and before you know it, there's more broken, old 'stuff' in the garden than growing things. I must confess that I am quite in love with all of those kinds of things individually, but do not trust myself enough to know when to stop. Ahem. Which is why I was ever so grateful to be with gardening friends with impeccable taste who told me I was okay in getting this enamel wash basin to put plants in. Phew! (I don't know if they would/should approve of the gnome in the background there. Hmn...)
These enamel pots might be my favorite treasures of the day. I do so love that color. And you know I love that yellow. And well, of course I love those goofy children.
And there you have it. There were no amazing deals or precious finds, no fine antiques that will be inherited by my children someday. Just simple little things that I find useful or beautiful, and that fit right into our home and our days. My favorite kind of treasure.