It’s been far too long since I’ve been able to write about vintage. Much as I love food and booze, vintage is a love of mine and I adore nothing more than a rummage on a good stall or fair. I think I’m just a bargain hunter at heart.
The weather this weekend was, as you may have noticed, difficult to put it mildly and though I slept through the thunderstorms (I really do sleep like the dead), the rain was a little more difficult to avoid.
But as my mum would have said, it’s only water, and grabbing the second biggest brolly I own (the first turned inside out as soon as I tried to put it up, resulting in a mad dash back upstairs to get it’s smaller sibling) I headed off to investigate Levenshulme Market and its vintage Saturday.
And what a selection. For some reason I started things a little optimistically by ogling a fabulous range of sunglasses. Though the sun attempted to make an appearance it was soon clear that on another stall nearby was something far more appropriate.
Indeed my poor camera, bag and I soon had to take shelter as the heavens opened and water ran across the site. Despite spotting Fat Annie’s (I was so tempted, so very very tempted – but I had just eaten breakfast) I headed to old friend The Ale Man and spent some time chatting to him and his lovely other half (another Charlie) about beer. I’m so easy to distract sometimes – just wave something shiny or alcoholic in my direction.
Two beer purchases later (damn you Levy, every time I swear I can’t spend any money), and the weather had calmed just enough to allow me to wander about a bit again.
I was drawn immediately to Shirt Flirt and their shirt designs. Well you can’t really miss the creativity at this stall. One of a kind, beautiful shirts for the man in your life. I was tempted by one of the black and white numbers for myself given I was already running about in one of Mr GFB’s shirts, but having bought beer (and OK, other bits and pieces on my way around, including a huge cocktail ring), I had to refrain and take a card for later.
All too easily distracted, I was soon flitting from Cabin Creative to Cake Pod (banana loaf to die for) over to Blonde Saigon and huddling from the rain at Kawaii Cupcakes.
I love cake and it was a very close run thing between my diet and this stunning looking cake. How I resisted I do not know.
I distracted myself with housewares again and ogled an adjustable cake slice and some terribly pretty cocktail glasses (going back for them soon, no you can’t have them they’re mine).
I have a nail varnish that will go perfectly with that lilac Martini glass.
And I have no idea what you mean when you say vain.
I do however, think that one of these filing drawers would look fantastic in my revamped kitchen (the one Mr GFB keeps promising me) and I’m already mentally filling it with spices and baking goodies.
Also, can someone make me one of these in a grown up size please?
Just before I left, I dived in to snap this butter churn and set of butter pats. I feel a sudden urge to make my own salted butter as it would go beautifully with a sourdough loaf. As Trove are on the market, you can save yourself the effort of baking though.
Still pondering a use for the tennis racquets though.
Answers on a postcard?
Levenshulme Market in it’s various guises is on every Saturday from March to December. It’s easy to find (just hop on a 192 from the city centre, or trundle down the A6) and to be honest, is well worth a visit, whether you’re a foodie or a vintage lover, fashionista or just want to listen to one of the bands that are playing throughout July.
As proven by me, whatever the weather you’ll find a little of what you fancy. And a little of what you fancy does you good.