Yard Sale Bloodbath

There really isn’t much to say about last Saturday’s sales. First off, some things we didn’t buy.

These were all from the same estate sale, which we hit a half-hour after it started (and were sad to see many cool items being carried away). We each ended up making a few purchases, so it wasn’t a total loss.

The rest of the sales — they were okay, but nothing special. The only thing that’s really worth mentioning is another stop we made, billed as an “estate sale” but it was clearly just a bad yard sale … Meghan started muttering about how maybe it would turn into an estate sale after we killed the people who were having it.

Here’s the trunk shot, where you can spot a few worthy items.

Perhaps foolishly, neither of us believes that the sale season is over yet. Expect a few more reports before we pack it in for the year!

We didn’t go to sales last Saturday. It was Thanksgiving weekend, for cryin’ out loud! That’s usually the marker of when we are done with sales for the year. (Although you never know for sure.)

But lack of sales does not mean lack of blog! Now’s our chance to catch up on some of the more random oddball bits of bloggy goodness. Like this brief look at three horrid items seen at recent sales that weren’t worth a post of their own.

First we have … this.

To be fair, it doesn’t say “We are the Painting Makers.”

Next, we have … I’m not sure what. Happy Jesus on a Boat?

Or it could be some dude’s portrait … just some regular old bearded guy in a Biblical-looking white tunic. I didn’t want to ask any questions.

And finally, a cookbook which was named in more innocent times.

I think “cougar” has now joined “beaver” as a mascot which once sounded completely normal, but now seems sort of wrong, through no fault of the animal itself.

With crap like this … I really don’t mind taking a break from sales for a while.

We hit a neighborhood sale last weekend. Meghan’ll be dishing up the full scoop soon, but first I wanted to take a moment to share a small portion of what has to be one of the strangest and most terrifying selections of books I have seen in some time.

The books spanned a range of genres and eras.

But most of them offered some sort of advice.

Many were charmingly dated.

Or even hilariously dated.

Some were direct and to the point (perhaps a bit threateningly so).

And then there was this. Sure, times have changed, but how was this title ever a good idea?

I guess if a pile of books is gonna be bad, at least it’s more fun to look through when they’re this bad.

That’s pretty much what we found out there last Saturday.

Not pictured: tons of books left sitting out uncovered while it rained (sad!), and a pair of boots Meghan picked up — when the seller proclaimed “Those have been worn at Burning Man!” she dropped ‘em like two hot potatoes.

We did find some good stuff here and there … or should I say, Meghan and Karl did. As for me, let me quote the recently closed-for-business Yard Sale Addict and say: “I bought nothing.”

Tune in next week, when we’ll hope to have a better report!

Looks like we weren’t the only people having a sale last weekend. Check out this sign I drove past yesterday!

It’s like some unholy combination of two of our pics: this …

and this.

(Original posts here and here!)

I don’t think there’s really much more you need to know about our day.

I feel like Jenny covered most of what happened last Saturday, but she did leave out a few key West Seattle highlights:

1. All of us talking like robots after Karl made some off-handed comment about the TV show Small Wonder. Something that was just a blip in my world, but it’s not very often that you can get 3 people in a car to all talk like robots for no reason. Everything from driving directions to various insults and obscenities … all said in monotone robotic voices for about 30 minutes.
2. Me telling the guy with the “no smoking” sign that I planned on blocking his driveway and smoking.
3. This Quiet Riot and UFO double DVD was from my friend’s sale, and we had been making fun of it and many other items at his sale until I figured out that I knew him. I guess my snarky comments are bound to come back and bite me in the ass sooner or later, right?

   

4. Me requesting that the pirate guy only speak to me in Somalian.

She didn’t lie about the yummy food we had, or all the oddball items that we saw including really ugly furniture, an amazing telephone cord holder and … I think these pictures speak for themselves.

Meghan spotted this at a moving sale on her way into work this morning, then called and urged me to go check it out (and get a picture).

Eek!