On Friday I planned to work super early, so I could first hit what was listed as a packed Estate Sale, but turned out to be a massive hoarder sale.
Sometime you can piece together what happened in a house by what they owned or maybe someone will have some idea about the family. Like at some point in the 40s and 50s they owned a funeral home back East.
At this house they didn’t toss out much in the last 40 years. In fact I found boxes of kids clothing from 1976 — cords and striped shirts galore.
The basement was boxes of stuff and tools.
Loads of clothing from the last 40 years.
Saucers and plates piled all over the kitchen.
A bin of keys? How and why would you have like 60 sets of keys?
Or these boxed dress shirts?
Sadly, there was so much stuff that much of it had to be pulled outside.
The biggest bummer was that the man had been living in the kitchen and dining room, because there was so much stuff.
I did pick up a few items that could be tossed into a washing machine. But sales like this make me feel like I need to rid myself of everything I own.