Last Friday I hit four sales and filled the trunk, but since we have been in the middle of a freak Seattle heatwave, I haven’t been in the mood to blog … or really do anything. It was good sale-wise, but maybe not all that blogworthy anyhow.
I might have been feeling that way again when I headed out today, since I didn’t even bring my camera.
Karl arrived and I handed him a list of sales and let him pick which ones we should hit, since he had to go to work after sales.
Ehg. The annual no-side-walk-land Dibble Street Block sale. Blocked this sale from my mind, but the second we drove down the street I remembered how bad this was last year. I hate people that save all the stuff (like an entire garage full) from their last sale, then put it out again. Both Jenny and I have been known to hang on to a box or two of really good items, but that’s it — the rest is dumped at Goodwill. You know the kind of sale I mean, right? Every single item was at their sale last year!
A few of the sales were a little better. I made Karl buy the Bowie coke mirror that you can see in the trunk, and he picked up a couple CDs, but the block sale was a dud.
Since Karl was in charge of the list, I didn’t know which sale was next. In fact I belly-ached when Karl said it had started at 8:00 am. Man, I wish we would have been at this sale at 8:00. There was tons of vintage, and nice vintage at that. TONS.
I started picking stuff and stacking it and trying to work out having everything held, so I could go get more cash. Then Karl said he could lend me money. I found three vintage swim suits, in normal sizes. I asked if she would take a couple of dollars off one of them, due to damage. The seller then told me that “two girls had called her saying that they wanted to buy all of the vintage.” Humph. I am here right now. Where are these mystery girls that are off at some other sale?!
The seller didn’t bother me, but the idea that some girls are out emailing folks on craigslist to make sure they get whatever they want … Bad Sale Karma.
In the end I spent $140 and I could have spent way, way more. She had clothing, dishes, picture frames, linens. I wished I had my camera. I really wanted to ask her if she had any Bakelite jewelry, but decided against it, since I figured she would have had the items in the sale if she wanted to sell them. And I was already carting away three bags of stuff.
The only thing that I really wanted to buy that I didn’t was this painting of the girl with the mask on.
How great is that? It isn’t something that my guy is going to be cool with, and I guess her husband was creeped out by it too. She did have a lot of paintings and framed pictures for sale.
After we drove back home and I took a photo of the trunk, I drove back to get some photos and also to write down her blog. She seemed a little bummed that I was only taking photos now, when a lot of stuff was already gone.
I took a photo of the remaining state glasses — I purchased 9 or 10 of them.
The last of the clothing. The lamp shades are great, but I am not allowed to buy any more, since I have three or four of them squirrelled away without lamps to mate with.
We started chatting and I asked her if the two girls had come to buy all the vintage. I had guessed they didn’t, since most of the clothing was still there. She said that they did come and had purchased her Bakelite-handled purses and some jewelry. My heart just sank as I explained that is what I collect.
She did end up telling me about her blog and how she mostly sells very high end wedding and estate jewelry.
I managed to buy one more bag of stuff and was able to take a few photos … and two of the bathing suits fit me perfect!