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I was up early this morning and decided it was a nice day to go check out some local garage/estate sales. I love buying other people's junk. A lot of my favorite stuff has come from estate sales, garage sales, antique stores (fancy garage sales), resale shops and even Good Will and Salvation Army. Other people don't know how cool their stuff is. I bet if they came to my house and saw it, they would want it back.
It's April Fool's Day, and I think some of my neighbors took that into consideration when putting out the signs to advertise their sales. I cannot even count how many signs I followed only to end up at no destination. If you are going to put a sign out on the main road saying you are having a sale, you better at least put up a few more signs at ever turn I need to make. I don't have time to read your address as I drive by trying not to be hit by the jackass riding my bumper behind me while drinking coffee and eating breakfast. If I tried to read your address, that same asshole would rear-end me. Do you know how long it has been since my last accident? Like three months. Too soon for another, thankyouverymuch!
Also, I cannot even begin to tell you how many times a sale was advertised as HUGE and MULTI-FAMILY and then I would finally get there and see a table of junk, or a blanket spread out on the lawn with some clothes on it. A HUGE sale should involve so much stuff that you literally have to wade through it to get to more stuff. One table does not equal huge! Also, an estate sale by definition should involve selling all items from the estate. An estate sale should not take place on your lawn. Just not fair.
I prefer estate sales to garage sales. It's 1 part better stuff and 1 part morbid curiosity. I like to see where people live. Sometimes in an estate sale you will walk in and the house will be decorated just like it was when that person was living there - all the pictures all the wall and all the little knick knacks neatly in their place. You just roam through someone's house and have full authority to say what is and is not good enough to journey over to your house from there. Its a power trip almost. Your little statue of a cherub might have been your favorite item in your whole house, but I just want to buy some old magazines. One is cool enough for me, the other is not. I found a box of vintage Playboy magazines at an estate sale once. I still kick myself for not buying those. They were cool enough for me.
After shopping estate/garage sales from 8 until noon, I came home with only one item - a bag full of old match boxes I bought at an estate sale in the houses right by my mother's house for $2. I have always wanted to collect match boxes. I have no idea what I am going to do with them, but I needed to buy them. I think I might have to move around some stuff on the walls and see if I can find a space big enough to hang a shadow box. I might just take one of those and place an old US map in the back of it and then mount a couple of the better match boxes in there. If I could find a vintage postcard I might toss one of those in there too.
Sometime soon when my apartment is clean and I feel bored, I am going to take apartment pictures again.
It's April Fool's Day, and I think some of my neighbors took that into consideration when putting out the signs to advertise their sales. I cannot even count how many signs I followed only to end up at no destination. If you are going to put a sign out on the main road saying you are having a sale, you better at least put up a few more signs at ever turn I need to make. I don't have time to read your address as I drive by trying not to be hit by the jackass riding my bumper behind me while drinking coffee and eating breakfast. If I tried to read your address, that same asshole would rear-end me. Do you know how long it has been since my last accident? Like three months. Too soon for another, thankyouverymuch!
Also, I cannot even begin to tell you how many times a sale was advertised as HUGE and MULTI-FAMILY and then I would finally get there and see a table of junk, or a blanket spread out on the lawn with some clothes on it. A HUGE sale should involve so much stuff that you literally have to wade through it to get to more stuff. One table does not equal huge! Also, an estate sale by definition should involve selling all items from the estate. An estate sale should not take place on your lawn. Just not fair.
I prefer estate sales to garage sales. It's 1 part better stuff and 1 part morbid curiosity. I like to see where people live. Sometimes in an estate sale you will walk in and the house will be decorated just like it was when that person was living there - all the pictures all the wall and all the little knick knacks neatly in their place. You just roam through someone's house and have full authority to say what is and is not good enough to journey over to your house from there. Its a power trip almost. Your little statue of a cherub might have been your favorite item in your whole house, but I just want to buy some old magazines. One is cool enough for me, the other is not. I found a box of vintage Playboy magazines at an estate sale once. I still kick myself for not buying those. They were cool enough for me.
After shopping estate/garage sales from 8 until noon, I came home with only one item - a bag full of old match boxes I bought at an estate sale in the houses right by my mother's house for $2. I have always wanted to collect match boxes. I have no idea what I am going to do with them, but I needed to buy them. I think I might have to move around some stuff on the walls and see if I can find a space big enough to hang a shadow box. I might just take one of those and place an old US map in the back of it and then mount a couple of the better match boxes in there. If I could find a vintage postcard I might toss one of those in there too.
Sometime soon when my apartment is clean and I feel bored, I am going to take apartment pictures again.