I made it over to the Vintage Tulsa Show on Sunday. It was something of an eleventh-hour visit since I got there about two hours before they closed, but my late-afternoon meandering paid off — or cost me dearly, depending on your viewpoint.
I’m not usually much of an antique shopper these days. My “compensation package” supplies the necessities and a few of luxuries quite nicely, but valuable antiques tend not to fall into either of those categories. Not to mention that any fragile antiques brought into my home would be subject to unprovoked violence at the hands of my boys, glorified by nothing more momentous than a short obituary in this blog.
Many of the VTS vendors have beautiful, genuine antiques — and I do love to look. But when it comes to buying, I tend to gravitate to booths that offer reclaimed treasures at an “is-that-price-tag-a-misprint?” price. I have one favorite dealer I always visit and this round was no exception.
Here’s what I collected from my favorite dealer. I just kept stacking up must-haves until I ran out of time.
I’m generally not much of a jewelry person but I couldn’t take my eyes of this necklace.
I won’t tell you what it all cost me other than to say she made me an amazing deal. If you can feed a family of four on what I paid, the food has to be delivered through a window.
In fact, I didn’t even realize how good of a deal I got until I was loading things into the car and adding up the price tags in my head. “This can’t be right,” I kept saying to myself. So, Heather, if you’re out there: I’m sorry I wasn’t more effusive with my gratitude when you gave me the total! If I’d realized what a bargain I got before it was too late, I would have at the very least washed your car for you.
There were many dealers who provided excesses of eye-candy for me to ogle — overall, a very pleasant way to spend a Sunday afternoon with no children in tow. And I couldn’t be happier with my finds — thank you, Heather!