Since I moved into my flat the boot sales have been abandoned until recently when a friend requested my assistance as she prepared to declutter in advance of moving home. Taking advantage I started gathering up bits and pieces that I could take along to earn a few pennies for my trip to Las Vegas next month.
As it happened I ended up going to the boot sale without my friend when I heard she was getting up at 530am and instead went along to another which started at the more appropriate for me time of 1030am. It was quite fun as mum and I loaded up my dads 4x4 and I felt like long distance clara (showing my age with the Pigeon Street reference!) and I was looking forward to returning to the big open fields and a browse at fellow stalls for some trinkets to go in my bedroom which I'm once again decorating in a more vintage style.
Sadly I couldn't believe how much the boot sales has changed since my absence. Admittedly it was rather a grim weekend, very windy and some rain and mum and I made our excuses and left after two hours although happy we had made enough to pay for our parking at Gatwick next month getting rid of a few items we would have usually passed on to friends.
As you can see from my photo above there was nothing particularly fancy or vintage from my own wares so I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised that the majority of the stalls on offer - and despite the weather there were many stalls and customers - were either new items or people having clear outs themselves.
If you are lucky enough to join me for dinner it will be served on vintage china and over the years I've collected full dinner services and/or odd plates or cups and sauces from boot sales. My bathroom has a Lloyd Loom laundry basket I picked up for a few pounds at a boot sale and there are pictures which will appear in my bedroom collected over the years. On my walk round the boot sale on this occasion I couldn't see one thing I wanted to treat myself to, not one solitary floral plate of even an Enid Blyton book to add to my collection. In fact there were not many books around at all obviously due to the increase of Kindles.
Quite frankly the majority of the stalls seem to have nothing but junk on display. Of course one mans junk is another mans treasure and over the years my parents have rolled their eyes at some of the things I've brought home but it was quite a shame to walk around and see nothing but Primark clothes or old children's toys and no hidden treasures.
And the customers, what a challenge they were. I wasn't asking a lot for my wares, happy with just a pound here and there, as I said my main goal was to ease the Vegas spending and get what I could for unwanted items and yes I undercharged a couple of young girls who wanted some of the make up I was selling but when a woman wanted a Clinque eyeliner for £1 rather than the £1.50 I was asking I remained firm - and she eventually paid what I asked. I like to haggle as much as the next person but everyone seemed to want something for nothing.
I would argue I'd return to the charity shop rummage I also used to enjoy but they too have changed over the years as people become more savvy about an items worth or in some case ask more than is required. We've all seem clothes in charity shops that seem to be charging more than they would have originally sold for brand new.
It's a shame a past time I once enjoyed so much has changed but on the bright side I will now have a perpetual box to fill with junk that I'll store up for the next boot sale I undertake and instead of hunting out vintage treasures in boot sales I'll go along to the local antique stores and appreciate that paying £5 for a floral tea plate is the going rate rather than the boot sale bargain of £1.
This post was something of ramble and away from my usual beauty talk but I know there are some fellow readers who may have something to say about their local boot sales or vintage treasure hunts. So join in, are you a boot sale fan?