Last fall I went to my first estate sale. So far I've only been to 3, but now I'm hooked. It took me some time to get over the icky factor. I feel a little bad about shouting with glee over a pile of linens that some deceased person left behind as their mourning relatives stand around watching me. I'm working on getting over it. These sales always pay off, as you can see from my $10 collection of shells purchased last week. You really can't take it with you, so I promise I'll take good care of it & appreciate this little piece of your history.
April 28, 2008
Garage Sales vs. Estate Sales
I have long been a fan of garage sales. My first memory of going to one was when I was about 5. I remember what I bought, a cloth Mr. Peanut doll. I wish I had kept him because after all these years, I still think of him fondly. Fast forward 32 years and I find that garage sales are really hit and miss for me. Most of the sales in the suburbs are filled with baby clothes and toys and the same kinds of things I want to get rid of myself. I love the occasional sale in neighborhoods where older people live. That's where the real treasures can be found.