Yesterday I went to three estate sales. I think I got some good profit stuff for a relatively low investment. I had to park at the bottom of a hill and hike about a foot ball field straight up. I am so out of shape!! I knew I would make it, I just hoped I didn't appear too distressed when I reached my destination.
I like estate sales and practically shun yard/garage sales. I know practically all the estate people by now. Every once in awhile a new one comes to town for some reason or another. But the familiar ones I see almost weekly. I wait until the last day when stuff is 50% off and then go. One of them does the 50% after 12 noon on the next to last day.
Once I got to the top of the hill I thought I would be damned if I didn't purchase something. Most everything of substance was already gone, so you just had to pick thru the rooms seeing if any of value was overlooked. People look for certain things and by-pass something they have little knowledge of. For Instance, upstairs I found one brown Saddle Oxford, looked very new and barely used. Probably once from the condition. The soul was unsoiled and the scuff marks were minimal.
Pawing around the room I uncovered the 2nd shoe, under a heap of clothing. I began to carry them around which initiated some conversation around me. "I saw those, well only one" I told her I had to scavenge to find the mate. "I wore those those school! I remember my father telling me he wouldn't spend more than 2 dollars for a pair of shoes and they were 17$ Why I remember that, I can't tell you. I came up the 15!!" A woman rummaging around in the large two sided closet joined into the conversation, "I wore those also, 1973 - 1977". The other lady also rattled off some dates in the 1970's. Catholic School? I inquired. Yes, you too? Which one to which I said Lex Cath and the conversation ended there as there was no connection. 1967-1971.
I thought, Man I am getting old. Can't walk up a hill without wondering and hoping I won't have a heart attack. My knee's are on their last leg (unintentional pun). My right hip has been giving me grief for awhile now and I walk different - gingerly with the pain. I swallow two aleve knock off's every morning. Maybe that is why (I think) my gall bladder is acting up. Another sign of age.
I think I would go to the gym if I could. Would I really? Probably, I did in Florida. I would feel so much better about myself if I did. But, alas, going is near impossible with the responsibility of caring for J. Saturday is my cut loose day when my step son, his son, comes to spend the day with him. I escape to estate sales.
The 2nd estate sale was crazy. Run by the family and the home was laid out in a very cool way. The upstairs had a master bed room and off the bed room was a small TV room with large windows and a window nook that begged someone to snuggle in an over sized comfort chair and read.
In another room, if I guessed an office, there was a book about how Trump was framed. Ugh, I probably would not be cuddling up with that tome. And it made me, judgmentally, wonder about these people. But not enough to not buy stuff!
The lady of the house was a cook book collector and apparently used everyone! I grabbed a couple, along with two fluffy pillows, 4 unopened Lands' Ends shirts, some books, a dress for B. A wooden door Welcome Plaque. 15$
The 3rd house was a left over sale from last week end and there was nothing I wanted. I did pick up 4 unmarked delicate blue and white Asian tea cups. Unfortunately one of the cups is chipped. I may mismatch it with a cup I have, not so delicate but B&W Asian, with it.
I bought a few other things at the 1st estate sale, some cool jeans I had never heard of, which I found in the bottom of a heap of clothing in an side bed room. In the living room I found two cookie/candy jars, ceramic bunnies. I am brazen now about just looking stuff up. It's easy to take a picture and then google lens it. The bunnies are worth taking to check out, especially 50% off.
I have been up since 5am. And for some reason full of energy. It was peaceful and quiet. No dogs scratching to get in and out, in and out, in and out. J sleeping peacefully after prowling around, so it seemed most the night due to dogs barking, ergo, up at 5.
