Spells and Mystery at the Flea Market
I’ve been rummaging through my drawers; in hope of actually clearing out a few things, but instead of course just uncovered a few things I had forgotten about.
All of these items came from the same place:
The flea market.
If the word ‘flea’ doesn’t scare you off, I’m sure you could be a little freaked out by the place being populated by older overweight men who are trying to haggle down a bargain or two.
But fear not, the beauty of a flea market is that it is often literally ‘tat’
Unlike a charity shop, where everything is cautiously inspected and checked by staff before it goes onto the shop floor, the flea market tends to sell straight from the box that was taken from a house clearance that very morning.
This porcelain face was one of my favourite 20p finds. That was until my brother half scared me to death and informed me it reminded him of the serial killer on an American television show (The infamous Carver from Nip/Tuck) but there’s something so glamorous about the startling red lipstick. This is one I will be hanging back up on the wall.
This Spell Book was one of my favourite finds as a teenager. I was the typical moody, borderline gothic, angry and frustrated soul we once all were, and what could cheer me up more than an old spell book. Belonging to a witch maybe?
I have always felt a sense of mystery towards this book, it’s probably not as old as you think, but it has certainly had some use, and that’s what attracted me. The cover is very worn and tattered, it’s of felt material.
The spells themselves are pretty harmless, and the pictures to go alongside are very quirky. I think I will always find something endearing about this book.
And finally a few key chains. The rainbow one was an instant hit, I loved the colours and art deco style of it. However the cat one is a little mysterious again. For one I did not actually purchase this. It was tucked inside the pocket of a 20p handbag I bought from the flea market.
It was an interesting find, because alongside a few used tissues, and crumpled papers, was this key ring almost abandoned. (I do find it a little strange when somebody who has chucked something away hasn’t checked inside the bag before hand)
I love cats, and it’s no secret I love a bit of kitsch. I don’t quite know if the cat is supposed to look unhappy, I just don’t know!