A day in the life of vintage treasure hunters

“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” ― C.S. Lewis

A friend mentioned recently that she had come across a vintage haunt in a posh suburb in Brisbane with fabulous finds. I looked up those in the area and found three. With a common love of vintage treasure hunting and being overdue for a proper catch-up, Megan and I decided to make an outing of it. Megan and I met twice, once over vintage bicycles and the next over vintage fashion. We then discovered so many other things we had in common and have become good friends.

We got off on time as planned (which was impressive for us both) but soon discovered navigation might be an issue (no GPS or UBD) but this was quickly remedied by a visit to a tech shop on the way.

maps

Despite assistance from our new TomTom we somehow got onto the Clem tunnel and ended up on the other side of the city to where we were headed. Given we were in the area we decided to look for an op shop listed at Ascot. Unfortunately we couldn’t find it but stopped to pick up some peaches for morning tea. I then cleverly I missed my footing on some steps and tumbled elegantly down the stairs on platform heels on the way back to the car.

We decided to head back toward our destination posh suburb, another trip via Clem and parked down a side street. The street had limited signage so we stopped in at a realty and were given the wrong directions. Ah the perils of vintage treasure hunting in unfamiliar territory! After tramping up and down the high street of posh suburb with one small umbrella in pouring rain, both stumbling along on heels and me with sore knee from the tumble and a cut and grazed hand, we found one of the three listed right near street where we had parked. Books only!

We went back to the car and I was feeling quite forlorn. Megan suggested we try some haunts near the city on the way home as a plan b. I had been there before without a huge amount of luck and wasn’t really feeling up to any more walking in the rain. Poor Megan probably didn’t know what to do with this party pooper. As we drove on though she  just chatted away and the gentle presence of a good friend reminded me of why we were on an outing in the first place. I snapped out of my pity party and determined to have a great day no matter what – even if we didn’t find any good haunts, the most important thing was that we enjoyed a beautiful day together! Well we arrived at the plan b location and secured a park right near the spots we wanted to visit. Whilst the first two didn’t turn anything up, the third and final spot was a goldmine and both of us found some lovely pieces.

vintage treasures

Having satisfied our sartorial appetite it was then time for lunch and we enjoyed delicious vegan fare in West End before heading home. Our trip back was filled with the beautiful tunes of ABC classic FM, the rain softly falling and shared stories of treasured friends, places that we had been and those we still dream of.

 

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