I admit it…there was squealing.
As we drove away, all my pent-up, cool buyer nonchalance burst in a very un-dignified way.
A. GIANT. BOX. OF. VINTAGE (MY vintage…ie. 70s). FISHER. PRICE.
Ten whole dollars. And, I don’t usually spend in the double digits at garage sales so you know it was a major score.
That’s ten Canadian dollars too, so that’s almost practically free in England (not that I live there but I did a few times, years ago, and in one traumatic incident paid $37 for contact lens solution! $37!)
But this…this vintage awesome-ness was a genuine karma-paying-me-for-past-purchasing-injustices deal.
I might have swooned but since I take medication for that (I have a fainting disorder), I merely hyper-ventilated slightly with a huge grin on my face.
Yes, they are toys. And, I know, I know. I don’ t have any children. Or nieces and nephews. Or even a pet.
Yet, my vintage Fisher Price collection continues to blossom.
Saturday’s large treasures included the Happy Family Camper (complete with row boat AND easily-lost-over-30-years oars!). There was also a tent (which I have never seen) and a sleeping bag. The giant-box-of-glee also contained the Play Family A-frame house with assorted furniture (baby furniture, beds, hibachis, lounge chairs), a few cars and 29 Little People to add to my collection.
Not that Practical Man complains much, but I am now justifying the encroachment of vintage FP stuff by using it as props for photography. I see special occasion cards, re-usable shopping bags, message Ts, buttons and other fun FP stuff being churned out of my craft room in the near future.
Now, I just need to find the vintage dog (red collar, black body) and a few more ethnically-representative Little People. My collection is looking unnaturally caucasian (and blond) at the moment.
While I was fawning over my Fisher Price finds, Practical Man had his own treasure.
A meat grinder. Not vintage. Very practical, as befits his name.
I think he may have hyper-ventilated just a little.
A Vintage Life 