I do love me a good junk store! For years Ken and I have been passing a place on the highway. It has loads of cement lawn decorations and not one, but TWO big signs that say ANTIQUES. For some reason we had never gotten around to stopping, even though every time we pass I say, "I want to stop there sometime." Well we were passing there yesterday, on our way to absolutely nowhere, and I decided I would finally stop. I accidentally passed the exit onto the access road where it is. I could have said, well, maybe next time. But I went on down the highway to the side road that leads to the access road, and went back to it. Am I glad I did? Ah! I said to Ken just a week or two ago that what I really want is to come across an amazing old junk store with all kinds of cool stuff for amazing prices On this day, that happened.
On pulling in we see signs that say everything in the first building is $1 each! So we go in. Ken is ready to leave pretty quickly. I'm not. The farther around I go, the more stuff I see that I want to look at. When dealing with second hand stuff I have a thing I do: I use one hand, and keep the other hand clean for things like scratching my face, blowing my nose, or getting in my pocket for car keys or money. Well, I started out that way, but this place was so piled up with things in boxes and tubs, and things under tables, and all over the floor. It wasn't long before I had accidentally scrubbed my clean hand through a bunch of stuff anyway, so it was dead to me. No point in not diving in, into what turned out to be up to my armpits, in stuff. I was busy digging in some tubs and finding some amazing stuff. Ken, who did no digging, was ready to go outside, where it was at least a little cooler. It was hot in there, with no air conditioning or windows, and just a screen door open, I have to admit. He went around quickly, and while I was digging in the tubs he said, "The good stuff is over there." "I'll get to it. I'm finding stuff here." He actually popped back in after sitting outside the door for a while, before heading to the car for his nap, and said, "You're going to want to go over there." "I will. I'm working my way over there.
I'm in between some table with tubs on top, and some free standing shelves, and I can't even see what Ken's referring to. In digging through the tubs I found a vintage Barbie/Midge body, and eventually, a Twist and Turn Barbie head. I found bags of doll shoes, which made me think, I think I saw the match to that shoe in that other tub. I went digging/back through a tub I had already been through, and it was a good thing. I found the Twist and Turn body! When I finally finished with the tubs, I went back and found some other things I was going to just leave, because, for instance, what was I going to do with one Crissy family shoe? (Not like me!)
Then I moved on. There was a small room just past the tables. Nothing. There was another little room at the back as I went along. Nothing. Then I turned the corner of the shelves, and saw the room beyond. It was then I knew what Ken was talking about! Yes! I was indeed going to want to go in there!. But I made myself check the other side of the shelves first. That was difficult, but I did find a flowered vinyl Barbie sized couch and chairs.
Okay. What was Ken talking about? In that room there was a big table, the kind stores pile stuff on because it has sides and will hold masses of loose stuff. This table had four separate sections, and they were all piled high with old dolls, and doll clothes. When I was telling my sister about this, she said, "Did the angels sing, like when we came around that corner at the bicycle museum and saw Pee Wee's bike?" I said, "YES!"
There were 60's dolls, 70's dolls, 80's dolls, and even a very few that were more recent than that. I had to take some fake greenery out of a box and start loading the box with stuff. When I was done, (And there was still loads of stuff left.), I gave the tub area one more going over. Then I started trying to get all my stuff outside. There were three bags of doll shoes, two boxes of dolls and clothes, and that couch and chair set. Ken suggested wryly that there was a wheel barrow over at the side of the barn where we were supposed to go to pay.
We finally got the stuff over to the barn, with a lot of picking things up that kept sliding off, and shoes that kept falling out of the bags. I told the guy I hoped we could make a bundle deal of some kind. He said incredulously, "Better than a dollar?!" "Well, there's kind of a lot of stuff." He started counting things. Luckily, he did count the bags of vintage fabric as one thing each, and the bags of shoes as one thing each, instead of by the pair! I kicked out one doll I had doubles of. It was a tough choice, because one had brighter pink pants, but messy hair and no skirt. In the end I ejected the one without the skirt for the dressed one with better hair. I also kicked out a faded Betsy Clark doll with somebody else's dress on. I can't remember the other one I kicked out. When we got to 25, he stopped me, and said how about 10 for the rest of the box. I said yes, while Ken moaned. Then while Ken was paying, I realized there were loads more things to look at in there. That place was HUGE. it went on forever, with room after room. As I started out, the guy said he would give me half off any doll in found in there. Things in there were higher priced though. For instance, he had a Danny O'Day ventriloquist dummy with a broken mouth for $200. As I went to the back I saw that there was a whole side of the barn open, and there was a covered area outside with even more stuff, furniture, baby carriages and doll carriages, vintage dish sets, and all sorts of things. Beyond that there was a building like a huge garage, with more stuff. I went through as quickly as I could. It was hot, my leg hurt, and Ken wanted to go. We had both already been starving all day. I found nothing until I went in that last building. I went down the one side, and turned the corner around the tables piled high with stuff that went down the middle of the building. On the opposite wall I found a familiar form. I picked it up. It was Chatty Cathy, made even more obvious by the pinafore she was wearing that had 'Chatty Cathy' embroidered across the front. In the dim light of the shed I thought she looked too clean to be a vintage doll, and her clothes looked new. Plus, I didn't remember a CC outfit like that. But when I pulled her dress up to look at her chest, she had a cloth covered speaker. The first issue Chatty Cathy! So I carried her, planning to ask how much she was. When I turned I saw a vintage Christmas Elf stuck to the front of a basket. I hadn't been able to see him from the other side of the table because the back of the basket was facing me over there. I couldn't reach him from there, so I headed back to the other side of the table, when the guy came in. He said, "I meant to tell you that everything in the middle and on that other side is $1 each. Ah!! Chatty Cathy and the elf are $1 each! I could hardly reach the basket from the other side either, but I got it. Elf: rescued! I didn't bother to haggle about the half off on dolls, and paid the whole dollar for Chatty Cathy.
I thought, I have to get out of here before he decides to charge more. And lest you say I should have offered more, let me point out that this stuff was in an outbuilding, broiling in hot weather, and unheated and damp in the winter, with the possibility of mice. This guy probably doesn't sell much. He is old, and probably is one of those people who only open their store to fill their time. He had the main barn merchandised in a fairly orderly manner, but this building, and the one I was in first, were just junk holes. He had beautiful antique carriages, furniture and dish sets sitting outside, where rain and sun had already ruined a lot of things. I felt I was rescuing the stuff I got.
The poor elf had been glued to the front of the basket, and I didn't want the basket. But how to remove him without tearing him? Luckily he came off easily, and I gave the basket back to the guy.
Let me say, I won't be keeping most of this stuff. It's mostly available of you're interested.
So, let's see what I got for $37. Here's the whole haul.
Buffy, a Quick Curl Skipper head, TNT Barbie, Barbie/Midge body, a more recent doll with the Steffie head sculpt, and a random head, also with the Steffie sculpt, and rooted eyelashes, the Mermaid Sea Twins mermaid baby, and little brother Tommy in his carrier. He's the doll I made Fuzzy the Doll out of. |
Very good lashes. |
Banancy and Cherry Merry. Apparently that pink haired one is from the third series of dolls, and is called Peach Perfection. First series Chocolotti on the far right. |
These dolls are sort of Cherry Merry Muffin clones with Strawberry Shortcake bodies. I think they're Sweet Scents dolls. The pink haired one is probably Bubble Gum
There's something on her back, but I can't tell what it is. |
This doll has something to do with chocolate or cooking, or something.
Coffee beans or chocolate jelly beans? |
She's really cute, and more realistic than the previous two. She has all her clothes, and her shoes. Who is she?
I just gave her a preliminary wipe down, but I didn't clean her eyes. She'll get better. |
Some people like to put the heads on Azone bodies and the like. |
The black t-shirt is fairly recent. |
I found a few random items: a belt and holster set, a tiny plastic rocking horse, a plaid shirt, and a random vintage arm.
The big outfit goes to the Baby Apricot Blow Kiss doll. |
This is really familiar. Strawberry Shortcake line, or clone?
The big red ones are Shillman. |
The singles. In front is a pile of Cabbage Patch socks. |
All those shoes, and only one of these!! I have been wanting a pair like this for Effie.
I don't know if they are for dolls, or real babies. Real babies, I think. |
And now for Rescue(d) elf.
No teeth? |
She does have her teeth, but they are way inside her mouth. I was able to work them down, to the point where they showed better, but I think they kept slipping back up inside.
I'll have to look into what I can do about her teeth. She probably won't be staying anyway, so maybe her next owner can take care of the problem.
That's it. What do you think? Did you spot anything you collect? Anything you remember fondly from your childhood? Comment and let me know. Talk to you again soon.