The antique mall in Beckley, WV is my favorite place (besides Reta's) to shop for antiques and vintage things. We don't get there often, but Tuesday afternoon we drove right through Beckley on our return trip from Princeton, so...
Yeah, we stopped--and shopped. What did we find?
*A Lone Star quilt for $35 in very good shape. It's mostly handstitched, but there is a little machine stitching there too. Since I buy quilts to use, I don't mind, and this one is nice and heavy.
*Two linen dishtowels that I will certainly put to use. I don't like the terrycloth towels because they stain and don't hold up. Linen towels last forever, pick up water more quickly and don't seem to stain as easily--or am I just biased because I like them? I especially liked the old-timey designs on these two.
*A set of 8 linen table napkins. I seldom buy paper napkins now; I've collected quite a few cloth napkins that we use instead. Again, I prefer linen or cotton napkins to the blend fabrics.
*Two old books--one I remember from my childhood school days and the other is a great collection of poetry that I will put to use in a variety of ways here on my blog and in programs.
*A juicer/ricer that I'm sure the seller thought was broken because of its low, low price, but really just needed a little WD-40.
*A big brass bell I will use to get Larry to come in for meals (I hope!).
*A small cow bell (probably a goat or sheep bell actually) that will go into my story bag.
*An old lantern with a red globe that was so dirty you could not see the red glass. It was cheap ($5) because, I think, it had been in a flood or something. It was very, very dirty and took me a little while to clean up, but now it looks great.
And two mystery items which are still wrapped in the photo because they are Christmas gifts for a couple family members who occasionally read this blog. You'll have to guess who you are because I'm not saying!
All in all, it was a good day to be at the antique mall. The best part, however, was not anything I bought.
A man in front of me was purchasing a Howdy Doody hot pad and mentioned that his wife collected Howdy Doody things.
The sales clerk said, "I have a Howdy Doody t-shirt; are you interested in it? I don't have it with me, though; it's at my mother's house."
"I'm interested," said the man's wife. "But how can I get it? We're from Pittsburgh and don't come to Beckley very often."
The conversation seemed to be at a standstill when I suggested the US mail. The man asked the price of the t-shirt and she said, "Oh, you can have it. I've had it for years and was trying to figure out what to do with it."
So the little t-shirt will travel via USPS to Pittsburgh, and I am betting the antique mall just gained faithful customers who will shop every time they come into town.