Friday Morning Estate Sale

Jem and I went to an estate sale Friday morning.  I went because it was close to my house and, from the ad, appeared to have a lot of metal stuff — which I’m way into right now.

We got there at 8:55 and had to wait for about 45 minutes outside before being let in.  I’m usually more of a fan of going to estate sales on the second day, as I don’t like waiting outside like this, but every once in a while I get the itch to get first dibs.

Score!  Sometimes I feel like the scrap metal guys that drive around alleys when I assess all my loot.

I got a bunch of metal file drawers, a metal cabinet, a few metal bins and files, industrial office stuff, and this pig mask!

Sexy.  Actually, I was walking around the estate sale with this mask on top of my head (easier to carry with out breaking!) to everyone’s amusement.

Here’s some of the loot at home:

Soon to appear — in much prettier format — on Etsy.

Of note — I found these in the basement.

While I was adding them to the stash in my arms Jem was like, “You don’t want those.”  Which reminded me to remind him — and tell you guys — about this rule I have at estate sales.  You never tell someone not to buy something unless they’re specifically asking for your opinion.  If you’ve been going to estate sales for a long time, like I have, some of your “finds” tend to border on the bizarre.  That’s what makes them good.  You shouldn’t have to explain why you’re buying it.

I mean, I didn’t look twice at Libby when she bought this at Stop Look the other day.

Then Jem had a fantastic and bizarre find of this own:

Can you believe it?  How did he know?  I guess it’s starting to rub off…