The Vintage Fair was on Sunday in a lovely hotel near the sea. The hotel had a vintage tea van outside and old cars parked up front. A nice young man dressed immaculately with slicked back hair offered to take our picture outside, then we wandered into the hotel where there were tables upon tables of jewels and we were transported back to the roaring 20s where people dressed up in furs and turbans, rolled up hair and perfect make-up, clutching turn-lock handbags with leather gloved hands.
There was memorabilia like old record players, tvs, books and postcards too. Some postcards had been written before the war and told of shootings and old love stories. Old paintings you could stare at for hours, seaside town painted tea-sets, rouge compacts with a hidden music box, lace sequined bejeweled dresses, quirky pin up girl and animal head brooches, hat pins and diamond rings, scarves from Paris, Thunderbird birthday cards, corgi cars, bold clip on earrings. There was something for everyone and I don't think a single person left without buying at least some piece of nostalgia as a reminder of the day.
(I came away with a beautiful deer brooch from Strictly Vintage, and two rings.)