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treasures from the portland flea-for-all

door of the portland flea-for-all

While in Portland, I had to make a stop at the Portland Flea for All, a store filled with antique and vintage treasures.

bikes in the interior of the portland flea-for-all

The bottom floor is split into small spaces, each housing an independent vendor of wares both vintage and handmade. One woman in the corner had a large assortment of vintage bowling accessories and ephemera, what a fun thing to collect!

They had some beautiful old bikes, although I wouldn’t trust their mechanical condition. The vendors clearly took their curating seriously, and the prices were fair.

The second and third floors held all sorts of wonderful old furniture. Obviously furniture shopping was not the focus of my trip, but there were some goodies. Complete 4-seat dining sets, gossip benches, dressers, and cabinets – plenty of charming choices for those looking for a “not-Ikea” home.

incredible knit fabric: old londontown

My treasures were on the smaller and lighter side: first this fabric, a yard-and-a-half of knit with the best print, in the best colors. When I showed it to Brad he declared, “Old Londontown!”, so when this shirt is made it will most definitely be called my Old Londontown Shirt. It’s a large print but it will be fun to wear.

little monkey friends fabric

I also couldn’t pass up this pink cotton with jungle friends – the monkey is so happy! The price was good on this one, too: almost 3 yards for $4! Can’t beat that.

Both of these fabrics were from a vendor who had quite the assortment of vintage fabrics, and I’m guessing she was a seamstress as well because she stocked some handmade pillows and small plush.

vintage maine harbor wallpaper

And the Pièce de résistance was this nautical/harbor-themed old wallpaper (click for larger image). The colors are wonderful. The aged paper is dry and slightly brittle, so I have to be careful with it, but I can’t wait to put it to good use. I may simply frame some sections, but it would also be fun to try and use it in a small space somewhere (like the lower half of a bar – I have 2 21×42″ pieces). It will be a nice reminder of my summer spent in New England.

If you’re in Portland (Maine, that is!), I would absolutely recommend stopping by the Flea for All, especially if you’re in the market for furniture, but also if you’re like me and love browsing through old things.

Now I’ve got to clean out my sewing room and start stitching up “Old Londontown”!

sam’s solo trip to portland, maine

whale's tail door handle: maine is my kind'a placeI’d never been to Maine, but I’ve always heard wonderful things. Living in Boston, with Portland just two hours away, I had my best chance for a visit… so I took it.

cathedral of the immaculate conception, portland, maineI left the house early on a Sunday morning, arriving at the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception just in time for 10am Mass. It was a beautiful cathedral, although small – as I soon learned, Portland, Maine, is a quaint little city.

After Church I ventured to the Portland Flea-for-All, a well-curated little shop filled with vintage furniture, clothing, and surprises. I found a few small treasures, but I’ll show those off in my next post.

I spent the Sunday afternoon exploring in the bright sun. I wandered through Portland’s Old Port, found a small fabric store (a classy place that quilters would love, but the opposite of what i consider “the best kind“) and a variety of cute little shops.

maine lobster roll at bull feeney's pub After I had done a fair bit of exploring, I settled in at an Irish pub for my requisite Maine meal: a lobster roll.

I quite like lobster – who wouldn’t, besides the unfortunate shellfish-allergic – so my first lobster roll was a tasty treat. I had a hard time forking over $20 for a sandwich, but it was a great vacation delicacy.

To finish out the day, I strolled through the L.L. Bean flagship store in Freeport. It was… a store. Not nearly as cool as I expected. So it was a short stop before I headed to my hotel to watch the previous night’s Doctor Who episode while reclining on a mountain of pillows.

On Monday morning, I started my Lighthouse Whirlwind Tour bright and early with a visit to Two Lights State Park. There was a $5 admission fee, and as I parked I was skeptical. Five dollars, and so far all I could see were a bunch of trees and bushes.

But when I emerged from the bushes, I found this.

two lights state park, portland, maine

A rocky, slightly shimmery coastline looking out into a perfect sea. Oh, and yes, there was a giant, picturesque boat.

I was thrilled. This was the Maine I had hoped to discover.

self portrait at two lights state park, portland, maine

I climbed among the rocks until I found a good perch… then I sat and watched for awhile. Watched and listened to Maine’s ocean.

two lights state park, portland, maine

It was a beautiful thing.

portland head light - allegedly the most photographed light house in the world

Next I trekked to Portland’s Head Light, allegedly the most photographed lighthouse in the world. It was beautiful, and so was its surrounding coast… but my favorite part was the rocks.

my favorite thing: the sound of the rocks rolling against each other

A wave would come in, covering all the big rocks…

my favorite thing: the sound of the rocks rolling against each other

…And then it would depart again, just as suddenly as it had come, pulling rocks with it. These large rocks (say, cantaloupe-sized) tumbled clumsily over each other as the waves dragged them toward the sea. That tumbling, the gentle rolling of rock against rock, was the most amazing sound. I can honestly say that listening to those rocks was my favorite part of this little adventure.

seafood chowdah at three dollar dewey's, portland, maine

After sitting for a long while, just listening to the waves and the rocks, I ventured back to the Old Port for my second fishy meal: seafood chowder.

(it’s very hard to take an appetizing photo of chowder. but i did my best.)

self portrait with with spring point ledge lighthouse

the Ledge in spring point ledge
The last stop was the Spring Point Ledge lighthouse, a small lighthouse distanced from the shore by a long strip of huge rocks. Walking atop the ledge, jumping between giant rocks, situated between the bright blue sky and the turquoise water, was as much as I could ask for. But I got even more than that as the two families who had been exploring the ledge headed back to the shore and I had the lighthouse’s little island all to myself.

Throughout this trip, I had a minor obsession with self-timer self portraiture. Somehow, the idea of a “Sam-only” trip created a need to prove I had been there. It was just me, the lighthouses, and the sea – but that wouldn’t stop me from documenting it. And it was a beautiful mini-vacation. I danced for my camera, and it soaked up the light. Maine light.