I’M CONVINCED EAST HAMPTON IS THE BEST, bar none, in at least one important department: yard sales. In these arty precincts, it’s not unusual for yard sales to be art directed like something out of Mad Men. Sometimes that also means prices are unreasonably high, and you might as well shop on Madison Avenue. But sometimes not.
Yesterday there was such a plethora of flea markets and yard sales I didn’t even try to get to all of them.
I planned out a strategy that included being early to the East Hampton Trustees’ Flea Market in the backyard of the 18th century Osborne-Little House on Main Street, above, as well as to a new weekly flea market starting up for the season on Three Mile Harbor Road, below.
Both were selling genuine antiques more than pure junk, and I bought nothing at either of them. I’ve gotten quite good at sticking to just what I need, and I don’t need any more blue-and-white china or brass candlesticks. But there’s plenty of entertainment value in the looking.
What I did need, desperately, were some vintage (as vintage as styrofoam can get) buoys for my outdoor shower, top. I found these at a sale in Amagansett for $5 apiece and snapped up four. What is summer in East Hampton without boating ornaments for the outdoor shower?
I also got a window box and large clay pot for my son’s deck in Philadelphia. And that was the total bounty of yesterday morning. However, I’ve scored a couple of other things recently that fall into my “I need” category, and so are allowable. One, a bamboo-base table lamp, left, replaces another on my desk that shorted out one day for no good reason. That was $25 at LVIS, and I was pleased.
And in another problem-solving stroke, I found a rattan plant stand, above, a couple of weeks back that not only holds the houseplants that have been released from indoor captivity and now reside on my front deck, but also serves to hide the ugly electric meter. Styling is everything!