Mother Load

Yes, I hit the mother load. And I can't stop this stoopid grin.
So here's how the story goes: I have been slightly disappointed as I have not been finding as many 50's & 60's numbers as I'd like to for my space at Hog Wild Vintage. I spent the last few days with my husband (he's in wind energy so he's placed in many different rural areas) and shopped at every thrift store within a 100 mile radius. Saturday he had the day off and decided to go with me....I swear this man is my lucky charm. We probably went to 13 or so different shops and the one I wasn't going to go into I decided yuppers, I should stop. I can't even begin to tell you what I saw when I walked into this shop. I almost had Love Overload. There were hundreds of vintage hats lining the walls, vintage shoes piled on vintage bags, piled on vintage ties, piled on vintage EVERYTHING. The ladies name I have to keep a secret a long with the name of the store....I hope you understand. We will call this lady Sammy for the stories sake (but Sammy is really my drunk neighbor who, by the way, has already stopped by the house this morning at 9:00am totally loaded. But when he's loaded I'm always his best friend and gives me my ego biscuits for the week). So, back to the story...Sammy is calling herself the original bag lady and this is no lie. She has been collecting things since she can remember and she is probs in her early 60's. She pulled out tap outfits for children, all the pieces, packed in plastic air-tight bags with the shoes and tights to match ....from the 1920's! She has a whole marching band uniform (and I mean the whole BAND's) from the 60's...she has vintage wedding gowns still in the orginal box! Are you kidding me?! I had to pinch myself. She let me go through 2 of her 5 storage shed/warehouses. It was getting dark so I only had an hour to shop. I pulled 35 gorgeous dresses and 19 shirts all from the 40's, 50's and 60's.
I dreamed of her shops last night.
I have to go back soon to stop this itch.
The feeling of 'mother load' is something every man, woman and child should experience at least one time in their life.
Now, I have lots of sorting, dry cleaning, button and zipper mending ahead of me today so I best get to it.