And now, we return to our regularly scheduled programming.
It was raining and cold (well, cold for Pasadena) and most of the outside vendors weren't even there. But that would not stop me, oh, no. It actually sort of forced me to wander further inside the parking structure and that's where I found my most interesting stuff.
There is a vagabond booth (it moves; you never know where they will be set up) run by a charming British couple, who seem to have an endless cache of old medical and scientific items.
I think I will use these for paint when I'm in the mood to drop pigment on something. I also got a nifty tin filled with what she thought were "pins" to connect bones. And darned if I wasn't doing something at work today and there they were in a journal photo, doing exactly that! I'll use them on my book covers. And YES, you sickies, they are UNUSED. Please.
The little books above were from another vendor and include a diary from 1932 and a prayerbook from 1921 that seems Norwegian. I couldn't believe the little red velvet one was $5! 1884, Iowa, autographs, poems, some colored butterfly pictures. Just beautiful. Thank you, Miss Hattie Sailor. I will keep your memories safe.
Met a man who was selling some cool rubber stamps and had quite the conversation with him. He is librarian and these are from a school library when they digitized. We reminisced about the joys of standing at the counter, watching the librarian stamp the cards and tuck them into those nifty pockets. Sometimes, I'm not sure if progress is progress. Miss those days.
I can stamp myself "WITHDRAWN" when I'm having a quiet day.
Some pictures were tucked into the diary. Wish I knew the stories. I am a bit dismayed that the only words I can understand for June 1st are "bat guano" and "potash". Not sure I want THAT story.
To round it out, I found some colorful hankies, a great wooden box for only 7 bucks and a little cheese box to hold my awls.
Awl in awl, a great day.
Sorry, I couldn't help myself.