It’s a
sign, it must be time to go back to the United States…
I made
one last stop at a thrift store the way home from the last meeting of the year
for the quilt club in Luxembourg. I was sort of sad leaving that I almost did
not stop. It was getting dark (ok like that happens at 4:30 pm) and it was
foggy (pretty normal this time of year). But it was the last time this year I
would be able to go to a really fun thrift shop. So I stopped.
The
thrift shop has a small vintage linen section that I dig through when I visit.
Sometimes it is a win and other times I end up with nothing. This was one of
those times I ended up with a win.
The shop
was crowded, it always is, and that is for two reasons:
1. It is only open on select days, 2 days a week
2. In that part of town, there is a need.
I watched a single mom buy winter boots for her two children. I listened to the haggling going on about already low prices between the sales volunteer and a male customer about another pair of shoes for a child. I saw a lot of people with not much money and here I was indulging in my hobby. I was in the “fun” section and most everyone else was in the “need” section. It is the time of year. I watched 5 pair of winter boots head out the door while I was there. All of them for children. The vintage section has a common wall, a series of shelves really, with the shoes on those shelves and the stool to sit and try on the shoes in the corner between the two sections.
1. It is only open on select days, 2 days a week
2. In that part of town, there is a need.
I watched a single mom buy winter boots for her two children. I listened to the haggling going on about already low prices between the sales volunteer and a male customer about another pair of shoes for a child. I saw a lot of people with not much money and here I was indulging in my hobby. I was in the “fun” section and most everyone else was in the “need” section. It is the time of year. I watched 5 pair of winter boots head out the door while I was there. All of them for children. The vintage section has a common wall, a series of shelves really, with the shoes on those shelves and the stool to sit and try on the shoes in the corner between the two sections.
As I had
been to this store just a couple of weeks ago, I was not expecting to find
much. But, there were two button boxes that were in need of being sifted through. I
had the time so I started sifting. Surprised, I had to ask the volunteer for a plastic
bag to hold all of my finds.
Look:
It makes
my heart sing. The beautifully carved mother of pearl is especially nice as is the little heart shaped lock. No key required to unlock it. Religious metals I can always find a use for.
Since I am on a search for utility buttons, of course,they were there:
Let’s explore these buttons for just a moment.
I have found these buttons in black, white, red, many shades of blue going to grey, pink and a yellow/brown color. I have found them ranging in size from tiny 2 holes to large 4 holes. I have found that the colored ones are not as common as the white ones. In the above picture you can see how infrequent the colored ones really are. there were a lot of pink ones for some reason.
I the boxes there were some fun Celluloid or Bakelite buttons I am not sure and I need to
test them to see which they are. I love the leaves.
Then there were metal buttons and more ornate glass buttons as well as what looked like were once pearl earrings. I reject most of the metal buttons I find, but I smiled when I found the “sapeurs pompiers” or firefighters buttons. The other metal buttons are heavier and nicely made. Hopefully I can play with them later.
This last fall during the trip I made to Provence, one of the dealers visited was very knowledgeable about old buttons. The insignia on the front of the buttons indicated what you were by profession. So if you were a butler at an estate your buttons on your uniform would be different from say, the footman. The seal on the buttons would be of the house/family you worked for. I found a website that talks about buttons from a historical American viewpoint so you get the idea. Another website makes reproduction buttons.
Honestly, I will never be an expert on old buttons. I found interesting to see and feel the old buttons while in Provence. If an old button fell in my lap I might buy it, but probably not as they are expensive from a dealer and I want something I can play with and use and not collect.
I know this is becoming a post about buttons, but I did find some not so vintage glass letters beads and I found some wooden letter block beads as well.
There was a bag of smaller wood beads and a bag with 5 larger beads. In playing with them they spell the name Renie or Reine. Renie by the way is a common last name in the French department 54. I live in department 57 right next door. In a google search I found out that over 5% of people in department 54 have this as a last name. Reine is a popular woman's name for those women of a certain age. It means Queen. I wonder which it spelled?
My other find was a small pile of inexpensive jewelry:
I will leave you with some eye candy. Something I have been working on:
It started as an old machine made collar. I found it in Provence. It had some damage to some sections so I cut some of those parts off and repaired the others. It was then basted my project and out came my beads.
Any time you see me work with pearls, let it be known they are off of old necklaces. I buy them broken or whole at the thrift stores. As they have been worn, you can see the quality (if it has any) before you buy. I have found the nicest pearl beads that way. I have 3 jars of them now thanks to Berlin and one of the thrift stores here near me.
Love old buttons bringss back memories of playing in my grandmothers sewing machine button drawer. Your lace "collar" is coming out lovely. Looking forward to seeing what your project with it is.
ReplyDeleteI have a little glass jamjar of buttons I bought at a thrift table almost a year ago. I haven't opened it because in my mind, right now there is treasure in that jar. Does that make sense? :)
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