The Light at the End of the Tunnel

As you can tell by the title, you are going to have to sit through a whole lot of bad to be rewarded this week, BUT, I promise it is worth the wait.  No sneaking to the end of the post and peeking, though, or I’ll have to send you some of the “worst”.

So what’s brown plastic, silver plastic and totally fishy?  Why this plaque, of course. Lousy punchline … I know.

Whose idea was this, anyway?  It’s not the slightest bit decorative, and if some poor slob of a fisherman won it for a fishing derby, he should have tossed it back to sleep with the fishes.

We frequently wonder why the folks at the the thrift stores don’t seem to know what the proper use of a trash can is.  We are sure they don’t know, because things like this make it on to the shelves:

It’s big and shiny, so it might appeal to your local raccoon or pack rat, but no matter which way you turn it, it is still broken, and therefore pretty darn useless, unless you like taking photos of yourself in fun house type mirrors.  You have no idea how hard it was to avoid  self portraits in this picture.  Deb had to hide behind the camera to not be seen, but you can see her super chihuahua bag.

We are beginning to think we are losing our touch when it comes to shell things.  We found another one we liked:

At least we didn’t bring it home, but it did make us smile.  What’s not to like about a cockerel shell?

On the other hand, what is there to like about a misbegotten pepper pot?

He really made us nervous.  Peppers should just not have that evil grin on them.  I want them to lie quietly in the vegetable crisper and get stuffed at the proper time.  I would probably feel guilty cutting up this fellow’s cousins, and sometime in the middle of the night he would sneak through the house and get his revenge.  Shudder.

Not sure what made me pick up this shoe, other that it was kinda cute, but we loved the sentiment inside:

Imagine how gleefully you could mince around in these, and your guy would never know what you were thinking.  Just be careful not to leave your shoes around the house for him to see.

At least the shoes were cute.  These next two fellas have been thoroughly beaten with the ugly stick, as an old family friend liked to say.

At least they seem to be worried about it, and are asking for divine intervention.  Personally, I think knocking them off the shelf would be a kindness.  Think of it as a mercy killing.

OK, we are sneaking in the back door to the fun stuff, but you didn’t think I would let you off that easily, did you?  Nope.  So first thing in the day, we hit up an estate sale.  We actually drove to the next town over to do this, and we were totally disappointed.  The prices were horrible and the stuff was boring.  We each spent a total of $1.50.  We did get some pictures of the absolutely ghastly carpet in the house.  This is the stuff of nightmares, isn’t it?

That was the “Master” bedroom.  I think we know who was master in that house.  Just in case that one didn’t cause you to wince in pain, here is the guest room:

That sure is one way to be positive that those unwanted guests don’t overstay their welcome.

The only thing I really coveted in the whole sale was this hat:

Isn’t it amazing?  I would have brought it home, but they thought it was worth $30, and I am cheap that way.  Well, that, and when it was on, I felt eerily like Phyllis Diller.

So after that huge letdown, there was no where to go but up.  We continued on to another estate sale.  This one was run by the family, and we hit the mother lode.  Walked in the door to be greeted by a marvelous Victorian hand blown pink dish for only $10.00.  We walked around the house looking at all the fun things, and would have really gone nuts, but for the fact that our homes are still bursting at the seams.  (Funny how that never changes, does it?)  Anyway, standing in front of a shelf of dolls, both of us noticed a promising foot sticking out of a case.  We lunged simultaneously (like there was anyone around to fight us right then!) and pulled out a small suitcase filled with Barbie stuff.  There was a White Ginger Bubble cut, a cute Francie, three 16oo series outfits, a Tiny Teen doll, a Liddle Kiddle, and a stuffed chick that turned out to be a Stieff.  The case was not marked, so we took it up to the front.  $2.00 the mans says.  Could have knocked us over with a feather, but we gleefully paid and went on our way.

Thrilled with our purchases, we went back to the truck to divide the loot.  The summer intern laid claim to the chick (he is learning!)  Deb got the Barbie, the Francie, and the two 1600 outfits I already owned.  I took the Tiny Teen, Kiddle, and Saturday Matinee.  That reminds me, I owe her a buck!  We had to take a pic when we got back home, but someone at Deb’s house felt the need to steal the show:

All fan mail can be directed to Xena, Warrior Puppy.

See, it was worth the wait, hope you didn’t cheat.

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2 Responses to The Light at the End of the Tunnel

  1. Connie says:

    Oh… while you were having a grand time at the last estate sale, I was back in the midwest sweating in the 102F heat. My chances to hit up flea markets, thrift stores, and the occassional antique store were thwarted by well-intentioned friends and family who just wanted to visit instead of being lured inside storefronts to check out the potential treasures within.

    • kathydeb says:

      Truth to tell, it wasn’t much cooler here in CO, but of course the humidity factor is the big difference! Sorry you couldn’t go shopping; who knows you might have come across another cool purse.

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