My husband's only request before I left for Brimfield: "Just don't bring home any more chairs." It's true, I have chair hoarding tendencies, so you can probably guess where this story is headed: Not only did I bring home a chair, but I brought one home that requires a covered porch (which we don't have), so now it's smack in the middle of our living room. Despite my temporary amnesia, you have to admit it's fun looking, plus it has unattached hinges so it rocks (though you could probably snap someone's finger in half if you weren't careful), and the canvas is in great condition. Maybe one day we'll have an appropriate space for it, but in the meantime, I hope it grows on my husband because I love it too much to relegate it to the basement.
A few more scores below: I love the mid-century globe, and I'd like to strip the painted weathervane down to its natural brass base if possible. It was taken from an early 20th century barn in Montpelier, Vermont and it's really beautiful in person. I think it would look cool hanging over a doorway. The padlock is also early 20th century from the Slaymaker Lock Company in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, and would make a great paperweight. I met an awesome woman from New Hampshire who strips books of their covers that are damaged beyond repair (mostly scandalous for their time) and sells them for a couple bucks apiece. Since the backs are blank, wouldn't they make great greeting cards for friends who "get it?"
I didn't buy any of these, but they caught my eye. I was tempted to get Theo the little antique desk below. Love the tote from Hartford Denim Company, which is, of course, Made in America. The hobnail punch bowl set was the prettiest shade of blue but I couldn't rationalize the purchase. Maybe next time! Hobnail is abundant at Brimfield, so if it's a style you collect, you're in luck.
So much Fiestaware at every turn in every shade of the rainbow. There are thousands of monograms, so you usually stumble upon one that you recognize, which of course makes the best gift. Loads of midcentury heaven. And I would've gladly walked away with that Vacheron Constantin watch, but I didn't have $2k to spare...
A nautical scene in the middle of the field. Oars and lifesavers galore.
The Brimfield Barn is brimming with treasures...
You wouldn't believe how quickly this man was rifling through postcards. I was sitting across from him for like five minutes trying to figure out his secret. Heavy callouses? I've been collecting postcards since I was about six, but I'm guessing he's been doing it much longer.
I came away empty-handed in the clothing department, but it was fun to browse.
Tchotchke heaven. These mini wooden trays filled with bits and bobs are a common sight.
And so are mirrors and glass bottles of all shapes, colors, and sizes.
There's always something you'll want badly, like these signed Rosenthal horse heads, but you'll spot them too early on in the show and not be able to commit.
And there's always a creepy clown or 100.
But even if you leave the show empty-handed, as long as you end the day with a donut from Faddy's, you can consider the trip a success.