Coins and carrier bags

A Bank Holiday means a car boot sale, a sunny Bank holiday means a busy car boot sale.

Armed with loose change and plenty of carrier bags, we set off in search of treasure.

I think I'm more fascinated by the boot holders than the things they are selling. The people who are doing it for the first time, with a wallpaper pasting table that will sag within half an hour. The ones who are selling plants from their allotments - my personal favourites, the dealers getting rid of superfluous stock, the old couple armed with a copy of Millers Antiques 1983.

You never buy what you went for, but there is always something, an enormous bronze Beswick window vase, a beautiful copper mug, and countless digitalis plants yesterday. The haggling, the noting where things are and going back an hour later to see if it is still there, the endless trips back to the car to allow hands free to rummage.

and a silver rose bowl, which i filled with bits from the garden and a few leftover wedding roses, it is now sitting on my 1930's dressing table, looking like a scene from Miss Marple.

It is a weird thing florists do, spend all week arranging flowers and then do it in your spare time too. I should probably get a life, or take a husband.


Bow Street Flowers said...

pretty 'bits' .. love the container.

flwrjane said...

Don't take a husband, believe me, they get in the way of the car boot sales.

I, on the other hand, would love to go with you.

All I need to be happy is a large iced latte and I'll take the bags back to the car.

xo Jane

Lotte and Bloom said...

yes, can vouch for that. husband's definitely get in the way of the boot.

i adore these photos, v. martin parr xx

p.s. your car boot sales look posh. here in glasgow there's not even usually a car. just a grubby tarp on the floor.

Julie said...

Would love to get a rosebowl like that. Think twice about "taking a husband' they can cramp your style. Nothing wrong with arranging flowers in your time off either.