Two months ago at the Rose Bowl, I brought home this GIANT box of horse show ribbons from a dealer who did not want to pack them up at the end of the day.
There was a minor amount of negotiating before a deal was struck. I think he was happy to see them go since he closed the box up with tape and put it in my cart. Customer service is alive and well at flea markets.
There is around 100 or so ribbons with most being from the Santa Barbara area and from the late 50's thru the 60's. I love all the muted colors together.
They've been stored away in my warehouse waiting for an idea to strike me or an opportunity to use them and sure enough one has come along. So now I'm going to be ironing all of them for a photo shoot this week. Funny how you pick something up at a flea market without any reason other than because and eventually find a way to use them. Something to be said for tucking things away. Now let's hope I just don't burn any. Ironing isn't my strong suit.




