We have mentioned this before, but some days end up having a theme. I have no idea how or why, but in the case of the weekend before last, it happened again. (Oh, yeah. I was unable to get off my lazy butt to blog in the last two weeks… yeah, it says a whole lot about me.) Karl drove all the way across town to hit these three sales with us. Poor guy.
The first sale was in a two-bedroom apartment about five minutes from my house. Jenny mentioned that her ad was full of exclamation points and “LOL”s, which didn’t seem like a good sign. The first thing we see is these leftovers from Halloween outside her front door. We should have listened, but NO …
Really it wasn’t that bad … if I wanted everything to be from the sale area at Ross Dress For Less.
I whispered something to Jenny about how all the clothing was in rainbow organization. Classy.
Speaking of classy, how about this poster? Why would you have this in your house?
In the same room we spotted this pillow. We decided it was time to high-tail it out of there.
After getting a baked good and working out which of the remaining two sales to hit first (no, really, three sales for the whole day) we settled on this sort of unremarkable estate sale. The house had a sauna, that was sort of cool.
In the basement we found these two really great paintings of the same woman.
Overall it was just sort of OK. They did have some cat stuff, as did the first sale–but not until we hit the Cat-Sale-Motherlode did it all sort of click.
Before we could get in, we had to wait for a very long time. We must have been about 40th in line when we arrived.
A guy walked out with some tools and Karl said “Hey, look at the hoe” — this is what we do to amuse ourselves.
Finally we got close to the porch. We entertained ourselves by digging through the free pile. It wasn’t good.
We had been waiting for so long that when I saw one of the guys working the sale come out, I just point blank said “Monty, I have been here for a very long time and I need to use the bathroom.” He said there was one downstairs I could use. Karl made some crack about there being a jar in the basement, then Monty chimed in about setting up a video camera. Nice! It turned out to be a perfectly normal bathroom.
When I got back up to the front door he let all of us come in and shop. Please note the really great sign about them “keeping the velvet coat.”
The house was very nice and there was a spectacular view, but this is when it turned into crazy cat stuff. EVERYWHERE. Everything from tiger-themed door stops (really a cloth-covered brick) …
… to cat jewelry and cat posters and cat mugs, even a couple of boxes of used cat toys.
There were also a TON of cat books.
If it was about cats … they had it.
My favorite discovery was “The Fur Person” (from 1957) by May Sarton.
I was so amazed by this book that I felt the need to look her up. I guess people love this writer. Go figure. This is not an invitation to comment about how much you love this book — go get a Good Reads account and post it there. Really…
They did have some non-cat-related items, like these wacky Spider Earrings.
Karl and I each purchased a few items here — those and a couple more things from the other estate sale probably aren’t really worth a trunk shot, but we took one anyway.