Bits, part two

I've been meaning to do another post about the old things I pick up at estate sales, flea markets, and antique stores, and online. The light was really nice the other day, so I gathered some favorites from the past few months and took photos. It's funny how attached I become to worn-in stuffed animals and old tins, but I find them oddly beautiful and comforting. All the little scuffs and cracks are a part of a history that I may never know, and I think that's pretty great.

A 1950's poodle trinket box. When this little guy popped up in one of my ebay searches, I submitted a best offer and crossed my fingers, and luckily, the seller accepted! I've been having a surprising amount of luck making offers on ebay, even when listings don't include the best offer feature. There's definitely a possibility that I'll offend a seller or two, but I need to save my money for tuition, and besides, every good flea market shopper wants the best price!

The most recent addition to my antique mourning jewelry collection (and another ebay purchase)--a Victorian-era rolled gold and woven hair brooch.

My long sought-after JHP Paris seahorse bracelet! These pieces were made in the 1930's and were sold in French department stores to coincide with Jean Painleve's 1934 film The Seahorse. (The blue pieces are bakelite and are super pretty in person.) I see JHP Paris jewelry on ebay from time to time, and I'd like to get a little collection going.

A set of date stamps manufactured in 1910. I found this set at a local antique mall and immediately fell in love with the tin's beautiful typography.

An Elsa Schiaparelli makeup compact. Like a lot of vintage-loving folks, I'm a huge Schiaparelli fan. And even though it's her early work that has my heart, I couldn't resist buying this compact at a recent estate sale.

A vintage (1930's, I believe) tin for Three Flowers Dusting Powder by Richard Hudnut. I found this at the Scott Antique Market in Columbus, Ohio, back in November. The show was enormous, incredible, and a little overwhelming. I came home with lots of new-to-me things, though, including a vintage Halloween cat whistle that I love to an embarrassing extent. I don't even think he's that old, but after passing him up on my first pass through the Scott Antique Market, I begged my sister to help me track him back down. He's currently sitting in a place of honor on top of my dresser alongside an old pumpkin decoration from my grandparents' house.