Gien bowl, large mother of pearl buckle, antique frame and lithograph
Do you see that face?
Meanwhile, I do have a funny tale to tell. Last Saturday, after I bought some old trims and a large uncut piece of linen for some projects from a very generous vendor, a woman approached me in the aisle. She asked (in French, of course) if I were interested in more large linens. If so, she had some to sell, not too far from the market, she assured me. Intriqued, I accompanied her on a brisk walk for about a block until we reached her car. Lifting up the rear window, she produced several wonderful linen sheets, some with ladderwork, some stitched with monograms -- from her family's linen closet, she said. So I bought them all for one modest lump sum. After stacking them in a bag for me, she accompanied me back to the flea market and went on about her business, spending my money, no doubt.
Old trims, sampler stitching, nightgowns
I don't claim to be a talented shopper, because I usually love what I can't afford. So what do you think? How did I do?
An old cachepot, an enamel house number, and a pair of large painted tins.
Shaving bowl to hold under the chin, said the vendor
(unless it's for bleeding patients, as my dil suggests)
at bottom right is a coin purse with a neck that expands to insert the coins.