Mom and the Aunts were here this weekend which explains why I’ve been horizontal ever since they left. Doing nothing obviously wears me out. Sometimes they come and we’re lucky to find ONE estate sale. On Friday, we found four.
1. Where We’re Accused of Thievery and Ironically Get Robbed
We arrived ten minutes before the first sale and stood in line with the rest of the treasure hunters. As soon as the door opened, we rushed over the threshold only to be met by a lady yelling that no large bags or boxes were allowed. For you newbies, professionals like us carry estate sale essentials in our bags – diapers for padding material, masking tape and a sharpie to write “SOLD” on items you want to claim without having to stop shopping. Ours was actually full of snacks, but that’s beside the point. The woman at the door was obviously afraid people would put things in their bags and leave without paying, but we didn’t like her attitude so we ignored her. At one point I heard my Aunt Ann yell in a loud, Southern drawl, “I A’im Not A THIEF!” We found lots of great stuff and my mom spent 141.00 bucks. Unfortunately, when we added it up, it was only 114.00 dollars worth of stuff. We called them when we got home and they assured us they’d give back the money if we cared to drive the 60 miles round-trip to get it. Which is how we spent our Saturday.
My find: Incense
While in India, Mantamy dropped me off for a day of shopping and I asked if there was anything SHE needed. She said to look for long sticks of incense. That was a year-and-a-half ago and I’ve been looking ever since. I THINK these are incense but since I don’t read Chinese, they could also be fireworks. I plan on giving them to Mantamy and let her find out. Right after she signs a waiver.
2. Where My Gaydar Malfunctions and I Spend Fifty Cents
The second sale wasn’t promising. There was a line out the door meaning this sale was being run by anal Huns who only let a select number of people inside at a time. Two come out, two go in. I dropped the ladies off at the door, then drove a half mile away and parked. On the way back, I saw two men carrying a table. Okay, Kittens, what does two men + antique table + estate sale= if not GAY? So I can be excused for giving them a huge smile and saying HI like they were my long lost friends, right? Which is when one of them stopped and gave me a serious look-see and his best, “How you doin’?” This prompted me to move him from the “gay” column to the “poor eyesight” column very quickly.
My find: Straws. And a fancy wine opener which my Aunt Fay bought by mistake cause she thought it was a nut cracker.
3. Where I Profit from the Bad Economy
There are estate sales, and there are estate sales.
By the time we got to this one, most of the fancy furniture and goodies had been sold. Which is sad cause I was really hoping to drop a few thousand on a new rug. So we had to be content with walking around and taking pictures while people looked at us like the posers we were.
A book on Whaling Walls that I originally thought was on Israel but turns out it is about some artist named Wyland that paints large marine murals. Who knew? I thought those were done by Poster Hut. But since Alaska Ashleigh likes stuff like that, and it was signed by the artist in a couple of places, I spend the two dollars.
4. Where I Pretend to Take Up Smoking and Further My Fabulosity
We were heading home, finished for the day, when we noticed another Estate Sale sign and decided to take one more shot. Turns out the house was a Mid-century Modern saleapalooza. Mom got tons of vintage jewelry and I got a great boost for the Zolligirl’s 40 Days to Fabulous Adventure TM.
A cigarette case.
And you thought it was lame! It actually holds a FLASK.
Perfect to wear with the new, old leopard print muu muu I also found. I am soooooo close to a new fabulous self.
And when I’m done, it’s Forty Days of Fabulous for JD. Those gold shorts rock.