I finally finished reading Donna Tartt’s stunning (and hefty) novel The Goldfinch. I had it signed out of the library for two weeks only and, at over 700 pages, reading that sucker took every spare minute I could find of those two weeks. But more on that later.
The novel, or rather Donna Tartt’s exquisite description of Hobie’s magical shop in the novel: “…a wilderness of gilt, gleaming in the slant from the dust-furred windows: gilded cupids, gilded commodes and torchieres…” awoke in me a longing for the days when my friend, Mary, and I made almost weekly forays to local antique fairs and flea markets.
In some places we simply admired the artistry of the shop owners, and how their skilfully arranged merchandise recreated a tableau of days gone by. And in other places, we sifted through dusty piles of blue and white china or untangled drawers of old necklaces and bracelets in hopes of finding a treasure. Something that we could rescue from the junk pile, and take home to polish up and admire.
Sometimes we visited shops like this.
Our favourite shop of all was a place called “Now and Again” in the historic, little town of Merrickville, on the Rideau. We made the forty minute drive to Merrickville regularly for years. Every time, and I do mean every time, we drove along the back road that followed the Rideau River, admiring the stone houses, we would try to remember the name of that darned store.
“I’m excited to see what they have at ‘Time and Again’,” Mary would say. “It’s not ‘Time and Again’… it’s ‘Time After Time’… isn’t it?” I’d reply. No? Is it ‘As Time Goes By’? ‘Now and Then’? And then we’d start laughing and try to come up with as many names as we could….which, of course, just made it totally impossible to get it right.
This shot below, kind of reminds me of “Now and Again.” They always had a clever assortment of small furniture, collectibles, vintage jewellry, and hats. This is where my vintage hat obsession was born.
I also bought my first few pieces of vintage jewellry at “Now and Again.” A long red and white beaded necklace from the 1920’s. I think the owner said it was Venetian glass, but I can’t really remember. I just loved it; I still do.
Nowadays, I look for old jewellry at the Ottawa Vintage Clothing Show. I wrote a post about the show and about some of my vintage brooches and bracelets and hats back in November; you can read that here.
|Ottawa Vintage Clothing Show 2015 www.ottawacitizen.com|
Another favourite necklace is one that I bought at the Vintage Clothing Show, but which is not old. Well, not exactly. It’s just made from old bits. I had kind of forgotten I even had it until I was trying to think of ways to get more wear out of these brown boots.
I love this piece because it’s unique. And quirky. It’s made from an old, round, hammered-flat, metal bottle cap, another small piece of hammered metal, miss-matched links of chains with nuts and washers and even a tiny bit of rhinestone. And it goes perfectly with a pair of earrings made of old coins that I’ve had since the eighties.
Are you a lover of vintage things?