You would think that after literally years and years of being on the hunt every Friday, that we would get bored, wouldn’t you? Well … you would be wrong! Another Friday, another chance to find the most wonderful thing in the world, and if we don’t? Well, there’s always next Friday.
So with hopes held high, we were delighted to see an estate sale listed. Even more delighted to find that it really was one. Nothing ticks us off more than folks trying to pass off an ordinary garage sale as an estate sale, since our joy comes from the crazy little things of ordinary life that never show up at a garage sale.
It started out really promising; check out the wonderful house:
See, told you it hadn’t been touched! The prices were a bit odd, as all the books and framed pictures were priced in the hundreds of dollars, but I picked up a darling vintage paper doll for $1.00 and Deb got a great unframed painting of Venice for $5.00.
Totally satisfied by the experience, we moved on to the next sale, and came face to face with this. We could not come to a consensus on whether it was good or bad, but it did make us laugh, so good enough criteria for a photo:
This next item really had us scratching our heads:
Moving on to the thrift stores now, we came upon this delightful addition to anyone’s linen closet:
This was bridge table size, not your average tea towel type souvenir. It still retained its amazing colors, and crispy linen. I suppose you could use it on your table whenever you are dying to show those 300 slides from your latest vacation to S.D. “Funny, you should mention that; I just happen to have the projector set up!” Your guests would vacate the premises as fast as could be.
We could hardly believe that the above item was the sum total of our finds at this thrift, so we decided to move on to, in our opinion, the worst of the thrifts. The only thing we can say in its behalf, is that we can absolutely COUNT on the them to have something blog worthy. As usual, it didn’t disappoint. We no sooner walked in the door, than this coat rack reached out to stop us in our tracks and mutter, “What the heck is it?”:
Whoever carved it, had no idea what the creatures they were carving looked like. I am not sure they even had the faintest idea what they were trying to achieve. Whatever it was, here it is.
To finally polish off our day we were absolutely horrified to see the next piece of “art”:
Deb attempted to take several photos of it, only to conclude that no matter how you look at it, it is just too horrible to contemplate. How would you like to live with this on your wall? Schizophrenia would soon set in, just has to. [Deb: I’m shocked to report that this picture was gone when I visited the thrift store today. Let’s be nice and say that someone bought it as a Halloween decoration.]
On a final note, we were informed by several people that last week’s clowns should have come with a warning label, so we promise from now on to give a heads-up when something that bad pops up. [Deb again: beloved husband pointed out that we probably should have warned you about the above painting.] By the way, the clowns are missing from the thrift store. Don’t you feel sorry for the poor slob who is going to get those as a gag gift? At least we hope that is the use they were put to, unless it was just straight target practice. As always, feel free to pass on your thrift store finds; we love to share.