The Ring
An incredible display of objets de art, many from days gone by and some items not so pedigreed in age and purpose but merely utilitarian and functionally sound no more.
As you walk by table after table there is a real sense of history and purpose in those rare and unusual objects.The faces of the dealers who have not only brought in their wares, but luckily their stories as well.They are as eager to find new homes for their treasured items as are the seekers of the treasure.Of course, a little bit of coffee is also needed to get the fair trade commenced in a friendlier manner.
This morning was really no different, as I saw plenty of boxes of cardboard filled with treasure. Tables piled high with this and that.Nice items living within happy meal toys, grandmothers doilies and the remnants of a box of 1930 sprinkler parts were some of the odd and very available items at the weekend flea market.
You ask, "Why do you get up early and stumble through the large and slightly organized menagerie which houses items from the past and collectibles of the future". I am not really sure why, can I just say there is a race of the pulse, a tug at the soul and a slightly rapid breath that is experienced when walking into the lair of treasures and found objects. Fond memories as a child of accompanying my grandmother to sales, finding an interesting item and really just enjoying the thrill of shopping in ones yard.It is funny how things sometimes find you and in the most unexpected places.
One slightly feels like Indiana Jones, when on a quest for the remnants of the past.There is something about carrying a list, looking for a particular item and being able to check it off when you finally stumble upon the holy grail.There is also the ever so lucky to stumble onto the item of another animal, one that would bite you if you only had the knowledge it was lurking beneath your feet.This is the unknown quest and thrill of the unhunted and truly "found" object that seems to gravitate toward the hunter.The quest of the unknown is purely one of a soul full kind with no preconceived notions and no expectations.To a collector, seeker of the past I am not sure which is intended to be the ultimate find.The culmination of finding the prized item or the unknown journey which leads to a find unbeknown to the seeker?
There is something about the spoken language of the shop keeper and his wares.The process of bartering and acquisitions is one with such a rich history.Man has sought and bartered since the beginning of time.I am not aware why some souls seek the past,others do not even wish to throw their hat into the endless sea of treasure seekers.But rest assured the ring of finders keepers is one with no beginning, no middle and no end. It is a continual ring that is always moving and turning from year to year.If seekers are lucky most things remain in the ring without being lost along the way.The ring is a continual process that is constant and keeps going for years, the only thing that changes is the acquisitionist.
An interesting newly found list of quite unusual items was lurking around these local parts recently:
An addition to the shell box collection, the white natural shell in the foreground was picked up this past weekend.The tray was found at a local decor store, capiz shell oval tray.
I just love this, no engravings or words on the piece, just aged the right way.
A closer view of the piece.
Like the acanthus leaves, and the very vintage almost " Animal House" feel.
Layers of metallic finishes and a timeless patina!
The REH CRAFT logo stamp on the bottom of the piece.
Love this find my sister scored last weekend. A vintage floral matchstick metal cover.
Pretty as well as functional!
A great vintage piece and great looking for candle lighting!
The vintage piece with a box of matchsticks.
Well, there is a new market this weekend, I wonder what is in store?
Reh craft trophy, T. A. Lorton
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