“One man’s junk is another man’s treasure”. That’s something my Mum would say as we headed off for a good rummage at a local jumble sale, when I was a child. I don’t know if the term “jumble sale” is used anymore. The more modern term seems to be “carboot sale” (in the UK, I believe) while in France they’re called “Vide Grenier” which translates as “Emptying the Attic”. Whatever name they go buy, I do enjoy a good rummage. And it so happens that September is a month where there are quite a few local “vide grenier” going on.
Husband doesn’t mind a rummage either, as long as we go early, and don’t stay too long. So, on Sunday, we were up early to go to a local “vide grenier”. It was in a very small commune just down the road. I was amazed, when we arrived at 7.45 to find the fields commandeered for carparking already chock-a-block with cars, and vast crowds already milling around the several hundred stalls, all out to grab a bargain. Husband and myself have yet to agree on what is a bargain, with him looking for specific vintage tools to add to his workshop, and me looking for . . . well anything that catches my eye really lol. Our tactic is to split up when we arrive and meet up later. If we see anything the other might be interested in, we use our mobile phones. But basically, we each go our separate ways, getting lost in the crowds. Me, feeling like an 8 year old, on Christmas Eve. Always the thrill of finding a “treasure” but not knowing what shape that treasure will take.
On Sunday, the treasure had a rather canine form. French readers might recognise him. It’s the mascot for “Télé Z” a French weekly TV magazine.
When I liken myself to an 8 year old, I’m not kidding! Awwww, I saw him and couldn’t resist. At first, I wasn’t going to buy. Just wanted to pick him up and have a cuddle. The seller immediately caught my eye, and called out “50 centimes”. She knew she’d made a sale!. His tongue was slightly damaged (something to do with the seller’s real dog having been slightly jealous of the stuffed toy) but I soon fixed that when I got him home. He then went in the washing machine on a gentle cycle, and after, he was allowed to meet the real pets.
Here he is, meeting Ducky. All our cats seem to approve, and Gibbs has been told the new dog is NOT a toy . . . . or should I say, he IS a toy but he’s not a Gibbs’ toy!
He’s Claire’s new toy, and he’ll be allowed to sit with me in my sewing room. I’ve decided his name is Maurice.
And Maurice wasn’t the only toy this 8 year old brought home . . .
One lady was selling her collection of “doudous” (which is a French term meaning a very soft baby toy, a sort of comforter). She actually made me feel less “wierd” about my new reborn doll craze. She admitted to having built up a collection of over 400 doudous, which she was selling due to lack of space and a husband who was sick of the sight of her soft toy collection. I couldn’t walk past without grabbing a few okay, 6 . One isn’t in the photo. It was adopted by Gibbs since I said he couldn’t play with Maurice but please, shhh don’t tell the seller as she would be most distraught!. I also bought a couple of teething ring toys. Our parrot, Rio does love this kind of toy, and special parrot toys in petshops are very expensive. Plastic baby toys are ideal for a parrot. Easy to grab and hold in one foot, colourful, robust, even for an Amazon beak, and they make a nice rattling noise when played with. Again, shhh, we don’t tell the lovely lady who sold me those that they’re for a parrot. She thinks they’re for my grandchild.
My shopping bag was filling up, but my purse was still quite full, as each item was priced at 50 centimes . . . so Maurice and all these baby toys, for only 4.50€. With my bag full of baby things, the logical follow-up was . . . a small bundle of baby clothes. Everything I looked at seemed to be priced at 50 centimes, so I grabbed a few bits for my dolls. I won’t bore you with every item, but I grabbed six little items, and came home feeling very pleased with my modest spending of 7.50€.
Just one last photo
of Lily in her “new” babygrow PJs and with a bunny doudou.
And just to prove how reasonable I was . . . husband found 2 vintage tools and spent a total of 13€ on his finds . . . so if it was a competition of who brought home more junk for less money, then I won lol.