Well, I made it to the vintage fair yesterday!

I couldn’t believe the number of people queuing outside when I got there, just fifteen minutes after opening time.

Young and old, male and female, trendy and – ahem – not-so-much, outrageous and ordinary, it seems there’s nothing quite so enticing as the prospect of a roomful of old clothes and second-hand knick-knacks to prize all sorts of people out of the house of a Sunday afternoon!

Just take a look at these lovelies and you’ll see what I mean…

I’m no exception to the lure… and I copped some lovely things, for not-very-much money. I could have spent so much more.

I did try on one frock, but, assisted in my willpower somewhat by the fact that it was just a tad too tight around the hips, I managed to restrain myself.

I did find a few little bargains though…

Firstly, a nice tank top:

I do like the look of a fair isle tank top over a frock!

This one had previously belonged to the (male) stallholder and had been knitted for him by his mum when he was a teenager, from a 1940s pattern. Somewhere I own a photo of my own dad wearing something similar…

Secondly, a scarf to add to my bedspread-in-waiting collection:Thirdly, this embroidered felt knick-knack:

“What is it?” I hear you ask. “I have no idea!” is my reply. But my plan is that it will be unpicked and the two halves will become a couple of little pockets on some future garment project.

And finally… I saved the best until last:

Aren’t they gorgeous?!

I’m not quite sure what I will use these two lovely patchwork pieces for yet, but who cares? I’m sure they’ll come in, as my mum used to say.

So I didn’t go home with any 1960s shoes. And unlike most of the throng at the fair, I didn’t buy a frock.

But I think my little treasures were well worth queuing for nonetheless.