There were some lovely things at the fair, which is always held at Green Park Station, a former train station. I was really pleased to spot Cock-a-Doodle Vintage there, as I've seen them at a few events and their stock is super. I met Sarah at that stall, identifying her by her pink fur collar and spiffy Baker Boy cap, and we had fun browsing through the stock and admiring the details on the 1940s suit on a mannequin. (If you're not able to come to events in the south-west, here's Cock-a-Doodle Vintage's Etsy store.) I also eyed up a nice selection of feather hats on another stall, but reminded myself that I really don't wear hats very often, and I don't have anything that would work with those hats. Sarah tried on a gorgeous 1960s dress, but decided it wasn't quite right.
While there were lots of covetable wares on show it did strike me that the selection of stuff on sale wasn't quite as old or as high end as it was when I went a few years ago, but vendors are there to sell, not to give me pristine 1930s chiffon evening gowns to drool over and then walk away from, so perhaps it was for the best that the things on sale were affordable and more wearable. Bags and hats seemed to be the best buys, though if I were able to sew I would have paid more attention to the fabric. Things weren't too crowded, possibly because the weather really was dreadful, with high wind and drizzle approaching full-blown rain. The market was under cover, but walking there would have ruined a good hair set. You could say it was a day for the dedicated!
|I was *that* close to buying the hat on the left|
|Lovely things to buy|
And finally, here's my outfit – it's a bog selfie taken in the pub, I'm afraid. Black velvet jacket (free from a friend who had outgrown it) with midcentury gold brooch (a gift from my colleagues when I left Simply Knitting magazine), 1950s cotton shirt dress (CalendarGirlVintage on Etsy), shiny tights in an effort to mock nylons, Hush Puppies Freya shoes, and a little boxy bag I got for a few pounds at most in the Red Cross charity shop. My hair had been up, but it was immensely windy and so my updo was more of an upmess by the time I'd reached Green Park Station. I'll never win any prizes for looking good, but at least I try...