So, yesterday my wife and I ventured forth to Puyallup, Washington to the fairgrounds to view the America’s Largest Vintage and Collectibles Show. The show, comprised of 300 vendors and 400 booths was busy and people were scurrying about like ants to sugar.
We went with the express purpose of researching pricing for many of the items we still have at the hoarding house. We realized we could do some of this on the computer but thought lets check regional pricing and availability. We saw our Roseville’s, Hull’s, McCoy’s, Weller’s and all the glassware and costumer jewelry. We noted the pricing and noted other things as well. We noted my Auntie had exquisite taste!
There was a consistent presentation look to the stuff that we may borrow if we can find the same materials…it was three shelved bookcases atop banquet tables. The bookcases maybe stained darker or the usual blond wood, were set end to end atop the tables and afforded a nice view of the pieces. Lighting was sometimes strung amongst the shelving to good effect especially on the glassware.
People were very informative and helpful. We learned a great deal about costume jewelry, glassware, and blown glass pieces by Charles Lotton (thank you Gerald Peterson of Sentimental Journeys).
So, as we perused the show something interesting emerged: my wife started veering off into stuff from her childhood and was embarking on searches for herself and her sister. She no longer was pricing or researching. She was on her own quests! I, on other hand, gave up on pricing after a while and ventured off into vintage photography, anything that looked remotely like a cleaned out shop or garage work bench and couldn’t pass up a folding knife display. Hmmm?
When we left on our trip north, we joked about buying stuff while there and agreed no way in hell were we buying anything…I mean look at us now. How could we add to the amount of stuff we already possess at the hoarding home, even our own home!
Yet there it was. An old print in the original frame of a little beauty, an actress Ethel Matthews, born 1870. The photographer, Henry Van der Weyde was London based. I had to have it. I did. Oh my! My wife found treasures. We walked out picture under arm, bags in hand into the cold Fall night. No regrets. Very informative show that will move its way toward Portland over the next five months….just about the time we ready for our bigger sales. Fun time.