Vintage Shop finds and Life Musings

This Halloweekend I had the pleasure of going thrifting with my bestie who was visiting from out of town. Of course, we had to stop by the vintage shop.

Entering the store, I had three goals in mind.

The first, left unfulfilled, was Garfield merchandise. It's alright, as I continue to derive enjoyment from the fat orange cat regardless. 

The second, which proved fruitful, was My Little Pony toys. I am rather weak to the charms of small plastic horses. 

The third, and my most desired of hypothetical finds was a vintage powder compact. You see, I am, for all intents and purposes, a nerd, and one who is vain enough to want to carry around a mirror around in my purse at all times. 

And now, here's my sick finds.

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I introduce to you, Up, Up, and Away! Or, Up, Up and Away (peep the comma), as she was also called on her original box. She is from the Twice as Fancy Ponies line of the first generation of My Little Pony toys, manufactured between 1986 and 1987. Highkey obsessed. This marks my very first G1 pony. I hope the first of many, if my ever-growing G3 and G4 collection is any indicator. 

Price: $5

Enjoyment: 10/10

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My second and final find at the shop was of course, as desired, a compact. This compact, manufactured between the 1970s and 80s, is what is called a "convertible," meaning it has the capacity to store either loose or pressed face powder. It is by the company Stratton, a juggernaut of the compact game, who manufactured high-quality compacts in England until 1997. Screaming. Crying. Throwing up. It's so darn pretty. Now I have to choose whether to admire my swagtastic compact or my face in the mirror every time I pull it out. 

Price: $26

Enjoyment: 1000/10

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Of course, I could not finish out this post without some small musings. As I sit here with my newly acquired items, I wonder of their stories, and of the stories of those who once must have held them dear. A pony made for a little girl to brush and cherish, I imagine. Was she like me? Touched by the beady little stare of a purple horse, with a vow to keep her clean and beautiful. She must have been. And what of the woman who owned the compact? Purchased for its beauty as much as its functionality. Perhaps a gift, perhaps a symbol of a love and affection now lost. A symbol of perceived womanhood, my own of which is now burgeoning. In a way I have touched two ends of life with my purchases. The childlike wonder of a new toy, the older jaded desire of a functional pocket tool. Bound in spirit by the hands of the girls whose lives they passed through. Now I have the privilege of having them in my own life. And in that I feel is a beauty indescribable. 

Until next time,

J4M13