In the beginning of august every year, one of our nearby towns host a big market (and when I say big I mean huge).
Even though they almost exclusively sell trash and junk, I’m always happy to go.
This year my favourite stall with lots of great sewing stuff had been replaced by a rock t-shirt stall (bummer). But I did manadged to came away with some new sewing bits which I got really cheap at a “10kr store” (like a 2 dollar store) anyway.I got some thread in assorted colors.
I found his belt in a second-hand store just the other day.
It closes with ties in the back and have a lovely pattern of little paisley swirls.This will be perfect for dressing up one of my old gowns for a party in a few weeks.
I have also bought some ore old patterns from the internet.
I also got another “Allers Mönstertidning”, this one from 1936.
Unfortunately the seller called me a few days after and told me the magazine had torn when packing, and could she send me two of her other ones instead?
Well yes of course she could.
But my spending spree don’t stop there.
This weekend me and my family visited the capital during the cultural festival, and just happened to stumble onto the biggest book market ever.
Of course I couldn’t resist some of the old costuming books I found. (It was a good thing the sellers didn’t take credit cards, that way I could only spend the small amount cash in my pocket).
I got this French book about fashion history.
I don’t understand a word, but the illustrations are beautiful.
And I really like the thought of some previous (french?) owner doing putting down notes besides the pictures.
I also got this popular book by Nancy Bradfield.
The pictures are great and I would like to make just about everything depicted in this book.I did however get a surprise when opening the book.Inside lay a few things from some previous owner.Like this poster of medieval headwear.
But the most intriguing thing was these pieces of paper combined with the small folder about puppet theater.It leaves me with the conclusion that the person who left these thing in Bradfields book, was dong some kind of costuming for a dolls play. But was it just a mom wanting to delight her kids, or some one who actually costumed a real play performed to hordes of little children?
Guess we will newer know.