The Library Book Sale

The vintage connoisseur is not limited to the collection of old things. The true connoisseur will also collect the stories of old people. When I said I wasn’t sure about taking the time to go to a Friends of the Library book sale last weekend, my eighty-year-old neighbor, Mrs. Boaz, a dependable font of discriminating…

The New Eclecticism

I must say, Lady Bricabrac and I thought that we knew, if anyone did, what the New Eclecticism was. We assumed (naturally) it referred to the recent mushrooming of curiosity shops in all their guises: antique shops and malls, vintage markets, consignment stores, and even the so-called “eclectic” co-ops. By offering alternative (repurposed, refinished, rediscovered,…

A Tea Glass By Any Other Name

If those who have studied the art of writing are in accord on any one point, it is this: the surest way to arouse and hold the reader’s attention is by being specific, definite, and concrete. The greatest writers–Homer, Dante, Shakespeare–are effective largely because they deal in particulars and report the details that matter. Their…

Field Work: South Carolina’s Largest Garage Sale

Lady Bric-a-Brac and the Duchess of Emporia set out at an unreasonably early hour this past Saturday morning to investigate South Carolina’s “Largest Garage Sale” at the Myrtle Beach Convention Center. Now in it’s 25th year, the “extravaganza” boasted well over 200 vendors—some who had cleaned out their attics and basements, others who were re-selling…

The Portrait Left Behind

There’s something sad about an estate sale. I can’t go to one of these things without feeling a little bit vulturous, jostling with the other vultures and swooping down to retrieve the scraps of a life from a folding table of knick knacks. In fact, it might be impossible to go to an estate sale–or…