Huffstetler family road trips always include stops at thrift stores, estate sales and flea markets. Yesterday I showed you the dishes that I scored at an estate sale we happened upon while in Massachusetts a few weeks back. Today, I thought I’d talk about one of the scheduled stops on our trip: Brimfield Antique Show.
Have you ever been? I’d heard about it for years, and knew it was supposed to be the #1 show of its kind in the world, but I’d never had a chance to attend. When my sister announced she’d be getting married in Boston in July, I finally saw my chance to go, and took it.
For those of you who’ve never heard of the Brimfield Show, here’s the deal: three times a year (May, July and September) thousands of people descend upon the small town of Brimfield, MA for a massive outdoor antiques show. There are antique booths galore and an equally impressive number of food vendors. We spent three days there, and could have spent longer.
Here’s a peek at the show:
The Brimfield Show is divided up into several fields; each has its own name, hours of operation and vibe. Some are open for the entire show; others are only open for a couple of days. Most of the fields are free to get into, but there are a few that charge a small admission ($5).
I recommend bringing a flashlight if you go because some of the fields open at sunrise! How cool is that?
Brimfield attracts some of the best dealers around, and the booths are a work of art in and of themselves.
There was a booth of just galvanized stuff (a major weakness of mine)…
A booth of nothing but chocolate molds …
There were tables piled high with vintage aprons …
And others covered in tiny trinkets …
And when we got hungry, there were hot apple cider donuts and towering sandwiches to tempt our tastebuds.
The crowd favorite (and my favorite, too) was the pilgrim sandwich, which consisted of thick cuts of roasted turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing and mayo on a fresh-made sandwich roll. It was so good, I had it three days straight.
Now, I just need to convince my sister to get married again, so I’ll have an excuse to go again next year.