What can we say? When it rains, it pours and it’s been pouring estate sales this spring. Along with pouring a little of everything else. Has your spring weather been as goofy as ours? It’s all over the map. Last week it was snowing a little; this week it’s been in the mid 80s ºF with some accompanying thunderstorms. It’s supposed to cool down a little and rain some more, which is reassuring. If it’s 86 ºF now, what’s going to happen in July?
I hate to complain about that rain, but it’s causing a few problems around here with our big old cottonwood trees. Turns out that some non-native cultivars are getting a fungus that isn’t really treatable, so now all of these colossal trees are dying. The good news is that native cottonwoods seem to be okay, so maybe we need to replant with those. Cottonwoods are a pretty important part of our ecology. Lots of critters live on them, and as they rot out in the center (normal part of their life cycle) lots of critters live in them, too. Hopefully, the city will start replanting once all the infected trees are cut down.
Enough bibble babble, it’s time to get started!
I’m a sucker for kids’ puzzles, especially the ones from the 1940s, ’50s, and ’60s:
My parents are jigsaw fanatics, so I’m sure we were started out early with puzzles of our own. We had lots of nursery rhyme, maps, and foreign scenery puzzles to work on. Every time I see kids’ puzzles at a sale, I’m drawn over like they were powerful magnets and I’m full of iron. I try not to keep them, but I do buy them and then sell them after playing with them a bit. I tell myself that I need to take pictures of them assembled, but that’s not really why I put them together. I wonder if that’s just a normal thing—trying to recapture the joys of youth.
I don’t think these people ever got rid of any of their kids’ toys:
I’m mostly astonished by how nice everything looks. After a toy had been through all five of us kids, they were mostly just trash. Even our Barbies were in pretty bad shape after four girls played with them, and my brother tortured them. The last sister had a bad habit of chewing on hands and noses. It’s hard for a Barbie to come back from that! Most of these look like they have only been played with nicely. Even the boxes aren’t all torn with broken corners. Kathy, being an only child, has toys like this. I don’t think that she ever had to hear, “Let your sister play with ___!” and then watch said sister break ___ which you just KNEW would happen. This rant probably belongs in the “let it go” pile, but every so often it rears its ugly head.
Do you remember those labeled rocks in boxes? Turns out they could have been made here in Fort Collins:
Evidently, Geoscience Industries have been making these things for quite a while. They probably didn’t make the ones I remember from visiting the planetarium as a kid, but Kathy remembers the local boxes from her youth. I had several of these collections because rocks fascinated me. Not that I remember much from Geology, but I still like looking at rocks, even if they aren’t diamonds.
Like I said earlier, these people did not get rid of things just because their kids grew up:
That is one of the strangest strollers I’ve seen. I’m not sure what the point of the big half cylinder below the kid’s feet is—storage? You don’t think that they put blankets down and put the baby in there, do you? I think this thing must have weighed a ton, so getting it out of the house or car with a kid in tow must have been a feat of strength and coordination. Ah, “modern” conveniences!
Of course we love this old felted vest:
It was red, embroidered, and funky! What more could we want? Well, honestly, we didn’t want to pay $20. That’s what we might sell it for, if we had stumbled across it for $1. It was pretty cute, but no one seemed to like it as much as we did. Our cheapness saves us from ourselves from time to time.
On to another estate sale where we saw a couple of fun things in the basement. How could you not like this:
Unless you were terrorized by The Birds and still haven’t gotten over it. These are colorful wooden parrots, so no worries. My main problem with the mobile would be the amount of room needed to hang it. It was easily five feet tall and a couple of feet wide. That equals quite a bit of floor space. I think this mobile needs a tropical-style sun room. A few bougainvillea, some rattan furniture, and a flock of birds then you can pretend you’re somewhere south of the border.
If your taste runs to Mid-century modern style instead of rattan, we have some chairs for you:
These chairs have a ton of style. I’m not sure what kind of material was originally on the backs, but the jute/hemp/flax fibers look fine. I really liked the saddle seats, too. Kathy sat in one and said that they weren’t that comfortable because that metal bar hits the wrong part of your back, so some pillows might also be needed.
We weren’t quite sure what to think about this piece of Asian art:
I liked it because it’s Asian, but it had a couple of condition problems, and $30 seems a little steep for something with a more limited market. I really liked the birds and the fish hanging off the line which are silly reasons for buying something you have no room for in the first place. There, just talked myself out of buying it again!
Finally, we saw this big pot outside our bank:
I took this picture a month ago, at least, and this seems like an elegant solution to fluctuating weather conditions. There were a pair of them, and they were striking in front of the mirrored windows. Our city also plants lots of pansy pots at that time of the year because they don’t mind a bit of snow. It’s the heat that does pansies in.
Thanks so much for reading. I realized too late that we hadn’t said Happy Mother’s Day! to our readers. It’s never too late to thank mothers for all they have done and continue to do.