My Significant Other loves vintage cars.
So do I.
Obviously not as much as I love vintage shoes, vintage jewellery and vintage dresses.
But if it's vintage, it's pretty much guaranteed I'll get on board. So to speak.
Imagine my hand-clappy delight when I discovered the village hall next to the car rally was hosting a vintage fair.
I was fair a-quiver with anticipation of the glittery, sparkly jewels I might find.
I knew I was on to a good thing when I saw a lady towards the back of the hall wearing a full length purple velvet cloak, and a huge feathered hat. She was interesting and/or completely bonkers. Both of which are very good things as far as I'm concerned. So I headed her way. And she had the most beautiful collection of vintage glitter I have ever had the good fortune to witness first-hand.
Amongst the beaded and fringed 1930's purses, the twinkly brooches, and the pill-box hats, I found this complete treasure...
A 1950's diamante and faux-pearl choker in perfect condition. Complete with matching earrings.
The lovely lady selling them told me she had bought the set that week from a little old lady who was having a clear out. The little old lady told her she had bought them in the fifties, worn them a couple of times and had wrapped them up and stored them away, not wearing them since. Every bead perfect. Every glittering stone intact.
I wish I knew what events the lady had worn them for. But I don't.
So I've decided she wore them on one of her first "dates" with her beloved husband. And that they were so special to her, she packed them away for safe keeping.
Obviously, I'm stumbling over the part where she decides to sell them... So have decided that it's because she wants to do something wonderful in her husband's memory, and will use the money she's made from her clear out to take her self out for a cream tea.
Of course, if she's living on the bread-line and has had to flog her precious items in order to feed all her starving cats... Because her husband left her when he couldn't stand the smell of cat one day longer... Then I'm a tad upset on her behalf...
Let's not pull at that thread.
Instead here are some more pictures to enjoy...
I have my va-va voom necklace and earrings on display. Each time I look at them I think of the little old lady who owned them and where she went wearing them. I fancy I'll wear them with a long-sleeve black t-shirt, my slouchy jeans, and a high pony tail.
And just hope that the little old lady who sold them has a wonderful time when she goes out for her cream tea.