The worst part about going to the Homburg Flea Market, is not being able to buy everything I see there. There are so many temptations everywhere. It seems almost cruel and inhuman, not to be able to take them all home. My desires, hopes and dreams--are repeatedly shattered.
Life can be so difficult. If it weren't for my lifelong passion for the sensual belly dance, I may not have found the will to go on.
The quirky and unusual stuff is what I like most at the Homburg Flea Market. I see an old, beat-up French dress form, and I'm smitten. Antique bicycles drive me to distraction. Old wooden trunks with graphic advertising printed on them make me swoon.
I also enjoy looking at the old photos I find there. This one spoke to us yesterday, when S found it in a beat-up old frame, lying on a table covered in junk. It was taken years ago, right in the area where we're now living. On the barrel in the photo is written, "Die Alte Deutsche sie tranken wen sie Geld hätten." Which translates to, "The Old Germans, they drank when they had money."
There are so many characters in this photo. There are men holding hands of playing cards, men with beer steins, shot glasses and cigars, a woman holding up a bowl with a wooden spoon, a man holding a cello, babies dressed in sweet clothes, a little boy almost hidden, and a dog sitting on someone's lap. Everyone seems to be in their best clothes. Half of them look like they're three sheets to the wind already. This is the type of treasure I love to find.
Here are a few other things we bought at the flea market yesterday. S found this and had to have it:
It's a beautiful classroom map, from 1964, of the German Rheinland. It shows the area where we now live, and all the little villages, waterways and castles around us. As you can see, it's huge. I have no idea where we'll hang it. We bought it from an old man who was asking 15 Euros for it, which I think is about $22. Love it.
Next I bought some of these:
They're old German apothecary bottles. S looked up some of the names on the computer to find out what they were. One of them, the Macis Muskatblüte is actually a medicinal herb. I just like the way they look on the windowsill, with the sun lighting them up from behind.
We both saw this old rusted tin motor oil sign and had to have it:
It's actually a German sign from an old gas station. I really like the graphic quality of the sign. I'm always attracted to old tin signs. Right now it's resting on a table in the entryway until we figure out where we want it to go. We have another old painted tin sign we bought in the States a while ago, which is in the living room above the entertainment system. (See below.) It says, "Indian Gas."
For the kitchen, I bought an old glass wine container to hold our ever-multiplying wine cork collection. The glass container we've been using is starting to overflow. This should do the trick:
Of course, I couldn't resist buying more enamel house numbers when I saw them:
I've added them to my kitchen collection. The others I keep on the window- sill by the sink:
The last thing I bought was a small antique tin sewing box, to put a gift in for my mom's birthday at the end of May:
Here's what was inside the box:
There were lots of old buttons, loose thread, sewing needles and a child's sock, waiting to be darned. I took a lot of it out, but left the buttons and a few other odds and ends. Now I just need to find something to put in it. (And send it in time to get it there--sometimes it takes forever for the mail to get from Germany to the States.)
And that, my friends, is the extent of my flea market finds for May. Now the countdown has begun for the first Saturday in June. I will be dreaming about the Homburg Flea Market each night for the next month.
You really should plan on coming over and going with me.
I promise not to perform any of my risque dance moves while you're here. Of course, sometimes alcohol makes me do some very naughty things. It's not my fault. I just lose control. And the dance it takes over me.