After watching a TV show on regional accents and speech, there are a couple of phrases that just won’t vacate my brain–hence the title. It works just fine for what we ran into last week at garage/estate sales (it’s getting hard to tell the difference any more) and thrift stores.
The first garage sale we went to had some wonderful things at not-so-bargain prices:
This cast-iron Christmas tree stand is pretty unusual and very nice. The price was at the high end of retail, and really how many tree stands do you need? It worries us that the electric plugs are conveniently located on the metal stand that holds water AND a dried-up pine tree. Sounds like a recipe for one of the “Christmas disaster” movies that come out during the holidays.
The next estate, er, garage sale was much more fun. We’ll probably go back, as the organizer told us that there is a lot more to be sorted through. This is what Deb bought:
Deb really has only this to say in her defense about the top-hatted reindeer and elf, “They were really cheap”. She plans on sharing half the roll of corrugated paper with Kathy–no matter what Kathy says. The instructions enclosed in the roll are pretty funny all by themselves; the ideas presented are right out of those crazy craft books we love so much:
Gosh, we think that all those folks who passed on this paper are just kicking themselves now that they can see how useful it is. If we ever make any of these projects, we’ll be sure to take pictures. In the meantime, we’ll be on the lookout for some “Bordette” to go with the Corobuff corrugated paper.
There were a couple of things we passed on at the sale:
I think we all know why this lamp will still be there at the next sale, unless some frat boys buy it as a prank. Come to think of it, that same demographic may also be attracted to this next thing:
Sorry for the bad picture; the deer’s head was cut off by the camera, bad camera!! The style is primitive, and if you include the deer’s head, the statue was around four feet tall. We were confused about the animal behind the main figure; is it a pig, or dog, or some other hybrid critter (please refer to a previous comment on the mating tendencies of poodles)? This creature appears to be at least part chihuahua, if you go by the ears, which would be historically valid if you assume the male is a Mayan, or another Mesoamerican hunter.
At the next estate sale, we ran into a remainder from a previous week’s estate sale, if that makes any sense. We admired the pattern, but didn’t buy the set because the asking price was $75–does that seem high to you–even for Nippon china?
It seemed high to us, especially considering that there weren’t any lids on the sugar bowl or coffee pot. There were four cups, six saucers, four dessert plates, a serving bowl, and a creamer. Even more puzzling, was the appearance of this china service at an unrelated estate sale. Kathy saw a couple of pictures from the previous sale too. This current sale wasn’t run by the company that did the other sale, nor did we see the same cashiers or floor staff. Hmmm, is there a new estate liquidation company that specializes in items that didn’t sell at the original sales; comparable to a Tuesday Morning store for the retail businesses? If so, where’s the discount?
We were busy shoppers last Friday because we also went to the Goodwill, just to make sure we weren’t missing anything special. Turns out we were:
We are at least amused by these kinds of souvenirs; they are pretty harmless. This little set had a couple of things going for it: it was decorator styled (see the package!) and it depicts Colorful Colorado which is home sweet home. Even though it had never been opened, we left it right where it was. We teeter at the top of a slippery slope; you never know what might send you careening down the hill to your very own reality TV show. But don’t let that stop you; if you need it, we can pick it up next time we’re at Goodwill.
Finally, thank goodness we never had Pandora’s box. It wouldn’t have stayed closed for very long with us around. Case in point:
Well, what can you do with a used band hat except a Halloween costume? Guess if you were staging The Music Man, they might come in handy; or maybe a Yours, Mine, and Ours kind of family might need 18 marching band hats. It is always a mystery when we come back the next week, and all 18 hats are gone!
As always, feel free to submit your finds, or send us on a quest–we love to hear your suggestions.