Hello, My Friends!~~
I hit two estate sales on Thursday and what a difference! The first sale was closest to my home and the advertisement proclaimed that this was a "Huge" sale and "our largest sale of the year!" Before those of us waiting in line were allowed in the home, we were told "nothing in the basement". Really? How can this your largest sale of the year? That is unless previous sales were teeny tiny. The house had lots of furniture and all of the "smalls" were banished to a table in the kitchen and in the garage. One of the customers asked the man running the sale if the garage items were from previous sales, and the man ignored his question. Apparently this estate sale company is infamous for hauling goods from previous sales to current "new" sales. After cruising through the house in three minutes I found one item. Sigh...well on to the next sale which advertised that you need to "bring boxes and bags" and "stay awhile" in their sale.
The sale was pretty far from where the first pitiful NOT "huge" sale was, but I made it about five minutes after the sale opened and walked right in. I knew from the outside of the house, that this was going to be a good sale. You know how your "Spidey sense" just kicks in like that? Here is the front of the house and you decide.
A fallen handmade Greek god or angel points the way to the front door. That closed the deal! I knew the sale was going to awesome! I skidded up the moss-covered steps and into the front door.
I was rewared with a small but packed house from top to bottom, attic to basement. Since the ad was only on Craigslist, the crowd wasn't a crowd at all. I brought in 3 bags and began filling them. But as cool as the stuff in the old house was, I kept wondering if there was vintage Christmas, which I need, as I saw none in the basement. I headed for the attic and scaned the space but didn't see any Christmas at all.
And what are those dudes looking for or at? After they walked out of the attic, I found some unopened boxes tucked up against the wall and went for them and banged the top of my head on the slanty ceiling. Undeterred and a little concussed, I opened the boxes and was rewarded with lots and lots of vintage Christmas all destined for future creations for my etsy shop and the December craft show in Williamsburg. No one was around so I didn't feel too guilty about taking it all. I mean I did get a bump on my head for my trouble so doesn't that mean I had dibs anyway?
The basement was a fun place to be, but there were some dudes camped out in one section which housed a lot of books effectively blocking anyone from browsing. I avoided them and searched around finding this interesting mixed media piece:
The lady who once lived here was a decorator and she had an artistic eye which was evident in the many varied things in her home. I stepped outside from the basement and this backayrd greeted me.
Well, there you have it. You can't belive all advertising for estate sales. The one that promised a HUGE sale was in fact nothing close to huge. And the sale that promised that you will need bags and to stay awhile rang so very true. If there are more than one sale at the same time (or close to the same time) in your area, do your best to read between the lines of the advertisement. Or you can see if you can find a picture of the house on one of the many on-line street map sites out there. That may tell you more than an estate sale company's ad. Some estate sale companys however are VERY candid with their ads. Case in point, see this portion of an ad for a sale this weekend in Alexandria, VA:
Enter at your own risk! Very
smelly! Animal urine and mess everywhere. Bring a mask and gloves.
This sale is not for Sissies.
Enter at your own risk!
Very smelly! Animal urine and mess everywhere. Bring a mask and gloves. This sale is not for Sissies.
I did not go to this sale. I am not a sissy, but my guess was that pretty much anything I found in this house would have the smell with it. That I could not bear, no way.~~Happy hunting, my friends!~~~XXOO, Beth