Everyone has some vice, a weakness that they find difficult
to resist indulging. I have developed a
bit of an auction problem. Even as broke
as I am right now, I cannot resist the temptation to attend an estate auction
within a half hour or so drive. Now, I
am NOT a hoarder, not at all. I don’t go
to every possible auction, only the close by ones that have stuff that I
actively collect or could use for the textile art. I don’t buy things just to buy
something. Much of my auction attendance
is for business, since I use mostly old table linens, doilies and other vintage
textiles.
Last night, I went to an auction in a neighboring county. I felt apprehensive going to it, as it was
apparently the liquidation of a tiny historical society. Being one who is appreciative of local
history, I felt odd about the situation.
The offerings were rather mystifying considering the source (not a
complete list, but enough of a word picture):
Thousands
of 1970s to modern postcards
At least
100 sample advertising calendars from printing companies, none local
Loads of
unopened packs of cheap picture prints from the 1920s-1960s
Railroad,
coal and other industrial company papers, certificates, etc.
Lots and
lots of assorted advertising papers items, most with no local connection
5-6 boxes
of unused pop bottle labels from a bottler in another state
Lots of
worn, torn late 1800s/early 1900s clothing
That was the bulk of the auction, and I could not make any
rational connection between the stuff and the location. There were a few local items, but not what I
would have expected. If that was the
collection of the historical society, no wonder they had trouble staying open.
The best of my purchases was this:
It doesn’t look like anything great, yet, but that is the
sort of stuff I love to dye. A couple
small fancy tablecloths, some damask napkins.
Another flat:
Two torn old (before 1940, I guess) vests, two old
nightshirts (I think) and a black wool coat, maybe early 1900s? I don’t know fashion history. The coat, I don’t know what to do with. The rest of this flat will be cut up into
other things, I have a plan to make cotton paper pulp sculptures someday, and I
have a theory that old cotton will be great for that.
The last box:
Only part of the contents, but you get the idea - a lot of Victorian scrapbook cards, with some assorted advertising paper and a few calling cards from the late 1800s. Finally, some progress towards fulfilling the
“paper” part of my business name. I
already incorporate paper in some of my art quilts, and I want to make some
fabric and paper collages on canvas.
Here I go!