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!

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

and this.

(Original posts here and here!)

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.

Eek!

No, we did not buy them.

Anyway, I found nothing I wanted. But I did get a little taste of what happens when your cat figurine collection gets way out of control.

Pretty insane, right? But that wasn’t all of it …

Most of them were small and relatively unobtrusive (except for the fact that there were like 4,000 of them), but I was so stunned by the shocking awfulness of this larger specimen that I had to take a picture of it.

I would venture to say that the odds of more than a handful of these cats getting purchased are extremely low.

Maybe next year I will get smart and just skip this sale …

I mean, I am not even sure who would buy this new, but buying someone’s used Kneading Fingers at a moving sale is just icky.

I think it’s funny that it’s on top of some kind of Barbie item, since the woman on the box seems to have stolen Barbie’s aerobics wear. And somehow I’m thinking that she is just the kinda gal who woulda loved this fine item we came across recently.

It’s really good that we find things we actually want to buy at yard sales sometimes to balance out crap like this.

Every midcentury modern house-hunter’s dream? The 1950s indoor planter! I think the photos speak for themselves.

This is what happens when good style goes bad.

Finally after about 20 minutes we made it onto the porch, where there were at least a couple of boxes of free stuff to paw through. The most intriguing item was this:

Yeah. We left it there for some would-be aerobicizer (or aerobics fetishizer) to pick up later.

When we were finally allowed to enter, the sale was okay — lots of stuff, decent prices, but not a lot I was really interested in. We each bought a few things, but nothing even worth detailing. I bought some address labels, if that gives you an idea of the level of excitement we’re talking about.

Thanks for bearing with us through these lean times in yard sale land.