On Sunday, my friends Katie, Lindsey and myself headed out to Brimfield, MA for the Brimfield Antique Show. This was my first ever antique show. However, I have been to the Swap Shop in Fort Lauderdale, FL many times, and I can safely say that Brimfield is way classier, yet, still, not very classy at all, if that’s possible.
They say one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and that was never more clear to me than on Sunday. While some booths contained beautiful furniture, glass fixtures, and jewelry, others were selling baby doll heads and used socks. I’m not totally sure what the exact definition of “antique” is, but I know it does not include gum wrappers or old oil cans.
High: Finding dark wood furniture, similar to the likes of Pottery Barn, for less than $100.
Low: Trying to open a wooden box and having the booth owner yell at you. He was wearing a leather vest and was very scary.
High: It was 90 degrees outside and the show road was about 1.5 miles long, so working out while shopping was worth it.
Low: All they serve at these things is fried dough, fried chicken, french fries, homemade donuts, ice cream, lemonade and soda. So when you get to the point of passing out and have to eat, you’re also clogging every artery you have.
High: Ron, the very helpful older gentlemen in the antique barn who sold me my new blue chest at a 10 percent discount.
Low: The cat lady selling figurines that told us about her skin cancer and tried to kidnap Katie.
High: Getting there early allowed us to browse the booths with little congestion for a few hours.
Low: When we were leaving, and Katie told me it was only 1:30pm, I almost had a heart attack, because I was certain it was after 5pm. And I’m still not totally convinced we had only been there for 3 hours. It’s possible Brimfield has some type of force field, time warp thing going on. I’ll investigate further and get back to you.
High: Having one booth owner explain to me that one of his mudflaps was from an ancient Native American hut.
Low: Having that same booth owner then tell me the mudflap was about 80 years old.
High: Finding my new blue wooden chest with rope handles. It’s freakin awesome.
Low: Getting in a fight with the guy outside the antique barn when he wouldn’t lower the price of a treasure chest even when I pointed out that I couldn’t move it because it only had one strap. I mean, honestly. Do I need an antique treasure chest with one handle? I do not.
So the lesson learned here is that, if you want to be a true antique-er, you have to be one tough cookie. You have to negotiate, not only a deal, but your way through all the junk to find something unique. Being able to decipher what’s a treasure and what’s trash is not easy, but getting it done as an amateur is possible, take it from me.