Help Yourself to Life (or Stuff)

Posted by Meghan in Sale Tales | 9 Comments

Last Wednesday, Jenny sent me an email saying “Hot Thursday Action” — how often do you get to go to an estate sale on Thursday? In the Seattle area, never.

The house was listed as “Sale in 7-bedroom house & it’s packed!” I wasn’t able to go right at the start, but ended up in waiting line forever. Just when I’m about to make it to the porch, Karl appears (cutting 12 people in the line) and me saying “Thank god you showed up when you did. I have been holding your spot forever!”

The house was packed, but oddly. Tons of clothing, but all of it sort of boho hippie or full on Brady 1970s. The woman shopped. It’s a 7 bedroom house and they only had one kid. She also wrote poetry. I guess TONS of really bad poetry that filled drawers and drawers.

Boxes of wallpaper, boxes of flash lights.


Religious books mixed with 50 books about astrology. Poetry books damaged by underlining in pen.

Astrology and Numerology

13 staplers?

Scissors and staplers

Hair color from decades ago? That can’t really work very well, right?

Hair dyes of yesteryear

Honestly, there is just a point when this has to stop.



Paperback exposes

What about this poster of two men praying for this girl?

Save this child

Oh yes, I bought that.

Or one or our favorite items — this card. Just in case you want to call the number, but it’s disconnected. We tried …


I did think this cocktail-shaker perfume bottle was cute.

Five O'Clock

And their kitchen linoleum was super cool.

Groovy linoleum

She also had some amazing go-go boots (sadly not my size) and apparently got into knitting in her later years.

Conjured Up by Grandma Witch

It was really a pretty nutty sale and we heard there is even more that hasn’t been brought up from the basement yet. Eek!

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