As motivational speakers advise, fake it till you make it. And we did have some fun at garage sales and a paper ephemera sale last week, but we were still digging in the bins for an hour before lunch. Goodwill bins, we just can’t quit you! I’m not sure what is going to happen this week since it’s been scorching hot here. The bins aren’t air-conditioned, and neither are garage sales, so we might not make it until lunch. I’m trying to stay hydrated and strong! 😉
Kathy showed up earlier than expected because of this sale. It sounded fabulous on paper; if only reality had matched the description:
It looks great, doesn’t it? Lots of tables and stuff to dig through. Sadly, there really wasn’t much there that we were interested in. The jewelry wasn’t all that special, despite the descriptions given by the seller as to rareness and value. It was pretty obvious after a couple of words that we knew waaay more than she did. This sale also had one of our pet peeves in spades—very few things were priced! But we did look and take some pictures:
This poor dolly lamp has been ridden hard and put away wet—literally! There was rain the night before, so everything at the sale had been washed by the heavens. Lots of it looked the worse for wear afterwards. I’m sure her velvet dress and shade weren’t improved by a soaking. Haven’t these people heard of tarps?
I don’t think that these pieces of art were really harmed by a little wetting:
That’s a lot of detail on the string-art sailing ship, but it isn’t really inspiring. At least we weren’t inspired to ask how much they wanted for it. The picture next to it is a prime example of why we weren’t all born to paint. I’m glad they painted it for themselves, but no one else is going to want it! It was probably a lovely scene, but that painting failed to capture it.
We stared at this mirrored jewelry box for a while:
It was only 50¢, but it needed a lot of help with missing and broken mirrors. I don’t think that we could find mirrored pieces thin enough to fix this poor thing. It was really cool, but had been loved to death. It was awfully hard to get a picture without us reflected in it and avoid the glare of the sun at the same time.
This clock was another curiosity:
It was all plastic except for the metal stand. It seems to consist of random Western stuff; there’s a log cabin clockface, a horseshoe frame, and a wagon train scene. I’m also curious about whether there was a pendulum, and what the heck it looked like. I tried Google image search, but all I got was a bunch of different ugly clocks!
We each bought a pamphlet. Here’s mine:
And here is mine:
Greeley is the next town east of here, and I like local history. Should be amusing reading as Greeley tried to be pretty straight laced when they first started. Will let you know.
The price was right, 50¢, but pamphlets were all that we wanted to haul home. The seller said that she was selling her brother’s things and that he never threw anything away. That was pretty evident in the garage, which was full of junk and tetanus. We were pretty careful about where we stepped since it was stinky, messy, and full. The roof of the garage was amusing, being made of scraps of signs, boards, and whatever; it didn’t even stop the rain. I couldn’t take a picture since it would be hard to politely explain why to the person standing right there.
We then went to the opposite side of town to a paper ephemera sale:
The people holding the sale were doing it on behalf of a father who was an antique dealer in Chicago. Nothing was marked or sorted; it was all just in boxes all over the storage unit with a few things up on tables. We scrounged around for a while until the business across the way started running cars and motorcycles outside. Those fumes were pretty noxious! The seller had told me that he was going to charge $1 per postcard, so I only got a few that I REALLY liked. At checkout, all of this was $5 including the vintage hand-painted silk hanky souvenir from Miami. Maybe I should have looked longer! The tiger at the top is a hand-colored print that is in rough shape, but still pretty cool. They are supposed to have a couple of sales a month to get through their backlog; we might go again with a better idea of his pricing.
It was hot by then, so we headed out to the Goodwill bins. They never fail to have mystifying finds:
This fabric-covered photo album is pretty self-explanatory. What tickled us is that the maker couldn’t resist adding two-inch lace to a western-themed album. Kind of messes up the rugged Marlboro man vibe they were going for.
This book of sampler and needlework confused us:
What the heck is happening on the cover? That sure doesn’t look like Adam and Eve to us. Insert your own joke here. The left figure is labeled with an E, and is holding an apple, but that’s the only clue to their identity. I think that’s an A on the right, but it’s a weird one. BH says it looks like a Space Invader for the old-time video gamers out there. I’m sure that there are lots of lovely pictures inside, but this is only an assumption since we were hypnotized by the cover. Why would they pick this detail to sell their book?
Kathy found this lamp in a bin:
We plugged it in to get the full effect, but nothing happened. We can only speculate why anyone would want a plastic rose in a globe-shaped light. Our kindest theory is that a kid thought it was beautiful and bought it for their mother, which also explains why it was kept for so long. If someone bought it for a Valentine’s Day present, well that would have been a mistake.
I found this stripey box all sealed up in plastic wrap. Of course we had to open it:
Inside was a never-used girdle with the fancy name of elastic sacro-lumbar. For goodness sake, it even had garters attached to it! Just call it a “foundation” garment and get over the shame of owning a girdle. I’m not sure why she even needed one since it’s size small.
Keep your fingers crossed for us; we’re having our vintage sale next Friday. We have so much stuff that we’ve been accumulating, aggravated by having to postpone the sale twice since May. Can’t have a sale in snow, or while you’re sick. We’ll report back whether it went well, or not. If we can’t make fun of our own sale, well then, we’re hypocrites.
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