This weekend’s estate sale was incredibly, completely intense. And kind of amazing, but also overwhelming. I think I am fully cured of wanting that first hour first day estate sale experience. Then again, maybe I was just under-prepared and I’ll be ready for it next time.
The wallpaper alone in this sale was worth the crowd and the nervousness, because every.single.room was wallpapered in a delightfully weird pattern. There weren’t the usual sad parts at this sale, but maybe I didn’t notice because I was full of adrenalin.
There was pushing and yelling, and some competitive hoarding by the crowd of mostly male sale shoppers. I was beat out TWICE for a few items I spotted across a room (two metal bar carts!) by men who were grabbing things up and racing through the house with blue tape and sharpies. There was even an argument over a taxidermied baby alligator, but I was not apart of that particular situation. I was standing back and watching, probably with my mouth open.
I found a few treasures overlooked by those greedy antique dealers, including a handful of tarnished silver serving spoons and kitchen-y things, that are now all sparkly thanks to (this is where I start to brag about knowing a secret cleaning trick) a bath of hot water, baking soda, foil and salt. No scrubbing, no harsh chemicals either.
I picked up a few hardback books on gardening and cooking (both include newspaper clippings, and handwritten notes in the margins). I found a little book of funny cocktail recipes too. I do not plan to carry this purse-sized book in my purse, but the publisher actually suggests I should. In a box of crap no one else wanted, I found these golden ornaments. Christmas is going to be real elegant around here, now that we have these GOLD WALNUTS.
Quite possibly the best find of all was a stack of old cotton sugar sacks. Cotton sacks people! I think I’ll turn them into produce bags. I soaked them over the weekend in another secret non-toxic cleaning potion, and now they are fresh and white.
I felt gleeful walking away from that sale, and relieved to be getting out of there nearly two hours after I arrived. I’m just glad I wasn’t trampled. Oh, all my efforts of not being trampled or scammed were rewarded with a pile of reallyimportantuseful stuff for less than $30. I can stop any time I want to, but I do not want!