Friday I wasn’t planning on hitting any sales. Blasphemy, I know, but I had too much to do. Then I drove by a sign that said “Estate Sale. Antiques.” That can be bad, but I thought I’d at least drive by.
As soon as I saw the Enter At Your Own Risk sign, I knew I had to check it out. The fact that this might keep some folks away, but I view it as a personal invitation, might say more about me than I would like to admit.
The first thing I see is this 1940s couch with a photo of an Ikea couch letting buyers know they can compare the price to the Klippan. Huh?
The upstairs was the biggest mess.
I am not sure if this was after many people had come to the sale, or if they just didn’t care.
I peeked around a bit, but in the end just wanted to get the heck out of there. I did ask to take a photo of the fridge, since it had only one item stuck on it: this amazing Have A Nice Forever sign.