Grandma needs bail money

Posted by Meghan in Junk In My Trunk, Sale Tales | 13 Comments

Jenny sent me an email on Friday afternoon with a few sneak peeks of upcoming sales. “Just Moved Sale: All Christmas,” “Original steampunk sculptures at large discounts,” and “GRANDMA NEEDS BAIL MONEY.” Yard sales in February sound great, huh?

Even better when we drove up to our first sale and they had a Churro holder.

Churro holder

Unless it’s for a business, why would you have that? And they didn’t have much else – about six books and some clothing.

Then we hit a sale that started on Friday, but honestly, beggars can’t be choosers. I had been to a pretty good yard sale run by an older woman at the same house a while back, and picked up some pink depression glassware for pretty cheap. When we got there it hadn’t quite opened, so we had to stand around with the line-up of estate sale regulars talking about all their great scores this week. This almost always gets on my nerves and I spent most of the time looking at Jenny saying “grandma needs bail money.”

Once we finally got in, the sale was just “eh” – not really enough stuff to make it worthwhile. Jenny did spot this box filled with a “muscle builder” and I purchased some old Ball jars.

Whitely Multi Power Muscle Builder

We drove across town to hit an estate sale in a ritzy neighborhood that seemed like it could be pretty good.

Lining up

I took more or less the same tactic while standing in line, this time mostly demanding that folks not purchase an enormous peppermill that we could see through the kitchen window. As folks started to come out they kept saying how there was tons of stuff, enough for everyone. Enough for Seattle: good sign.

Sure enough, the sale was packed. PACKED. P-A-C-K-E-D. Two closets filled with old lady clothes. Living room full of crystal and silver. And a kitchen filled with food, utensils, dishes, and a giant clam broth dispenser.

Clam Broth

While I was digging through some shoes, Jenny came over and commented that it was odd how they had displayed stuff on a bedroom shelf like it was in a pharmacy. She asked me to get a photo of it, and I hung around the room for about ten minutes but someone was always standing in front of it. Jenny managed to get a photo a bit later.

Bedroom shelf

All was well and good until we went into the basement. I first noticed the huge amount of cleaning products. I can’t really point fingers, under my kitchen sink there is a little more than I need, but still.

Acres of cleaning products

Then we hit the room with the built-in bar.

Wet bar

There were bottles of OLD beer (really, Rheingold Beer?! They haven’t even made that in my lifetime, I don’t think) and open booze from 40 years ago.

Coconut monkey and ancient beer

I spotted a bottle of Coke in what looked a glass half liter. I remember those from the ’70s. Jenny found a really cool Trader Vic’s bottle of pomegranate grenadine syrup. I wanted to purchase it, but it was sticky. We both seemed to be sticky after touching it.

Booze from the past

This room also had some books – not a big deal, we both talked about how she had a few too many cookbooks. Little did I know we would then head into another room with hundreds and hundreds more.

Books Wine Kitchen

Most of them were just boring, the type that you would see anywhere. Although a few were more unusual.

The Male Chauvinist's Cookbook

Later that day I said to Jenny that it seemed odd to have 400 cookbooks and Jenny said “400, NO WAY. There had to be at least 600. Maybe more.” It was frightening.

Off to the side of the cookbook room was the wine cellar.

Estate sale wine cellar

All bottles were being sold for $2. We both poked around, but it was scary and the room wasn’t temp controlled. I purchased a bottle of red from 1958, mostly just because it was so bizarre. Later on someone broke a bottle, so the whole basement reeked of wine.

In another room I told to Jenny to look behind me. For some reason she hadn’t noticed the shopping cart. How the hell does someone this well off have that in their basement?!

Basement shopping cart

After an hour (yes, an hour) we made our way to the cashier. Jenny only got a couple of old cooking pamphlets and a 1970 “RAP WRAP” folder covered with crazy astrological hippie art. I had crammed stuff into an ugly tote bag just to carry it around at the sale, and the cashiers somehow got me to buy it for $2. At that point I didn’t really care and just wanted to leave. That sale had wiped us both out.

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13 Responses to Grandma needs bail money

  1. G-Sale Hussie says:

    What year is the Robert Mondavi wine? Even if it’s undrinkable, that’s a historically important Calif winery, especially in the 70’s & it could be pretty collectible. Sweet!

  2. Meghan says:

    it’s from the 50s. 1958 — I think. It’s Louis M. Martini or something like that. The whole wine thing was just super strange.

  3. swankola says:

    I would have bought the Trader Vic’s grenadine.

  4. Meghan says:

    It was too gross and to carry it around was just too much. If I could have had a plastic bag to toss it into, no problem. That was nice the case…

  5. Jan Deibert says:

    I had a strainer and wooden “smasher” like that from my grandmother (there was also a metal stand with it). I think it was used to de-seed berries for jam. I have kicked myself many times over for giving it to goodwill . . .

  6. laura zeck says:

    I love that Darigold calendar – could do some great things with that and then super cool funnel! Good Scores – so was this the Bail Money sale? The one at the end?

  7. Melissa says:

    I cannot BELIEVE you did not totally snap up that awesome monkey carved out of the coconut. It’s a TREASURE, I tell you. Did you get the peppermill at least?

  8. Seattle Dave says:

    We used to get Trader Vic’s grenadine in that same bottle when I was a kid in the ’70s. I used to use it to make my Roy Rogers. Funny I never noticed the pretty girl on the bottle. I guess I wasn’t interested yet.

  9. BitchOnWheels says:

    Please tell me that one of you snapped up that green ‘canister’ of JANITOR IN A DRUM from the laundry room cleaning product cavalcade.

  10. Meghan says:

    Sorry… didn’t even see it!!!

  11. Jenny says:

    I didn’t either (didn’t really go near that stuff) but I have to confess that when looking at the photo later, I noticed that and wondered what the hell it was. Thanks for clearing that up! I wonder how they fit a whole janitor in there.

  12. Whak says:

    I must be old. I can remember buying Janitor in a Drum new at the grocery.

    I have that same ugly tote bag. Lower left corner, right? Mine is a donation gift from the National Federation of the Blind. Sweet irony of life. I will give it points for being impossible to destroy. I have carried rocks, bricks, firewood, pinecones and library books. It has been on several vacations and many Girl Scout outdoor events. It still looks just like it did the day it was born.

    The devil’s tote bag will outlive us all.

  13. Valerie says:

    Hi – your blog made me laugh out loud. No small feat on rainy Sunday morning when nothing but boring housework and grocery shopping beckons. Fantastic photos and how creepy are some peoples houses. Though when I’m gone, will someone be rummaging through my place going ‘Oh my God! Look at this!!’?
    Best wishes Valerie