If you've been around the block a few times...as I have...you get to be like "I'll believe it when I see it" about HUGE Estate Sales. I had seen the pictures on the web, however, so I had faith. My policy was shop close to home first so we had already been to two local sales and been home to unload twice before we took the 30 minute drive to Kenosha, Wisconsin.
I'm in one of the THREE garages now after buying from the front porch, yard, and all three floors of the Victorian house out front. My husband is taking my picture after his third trip to the car. He's trying out his new $15 garage sale camera.
Here's the nice Estate Sale conductor's husband waiting...
for me to put him to work. He's getting down my favorite purchase...a little white cabinet made with cheese box drawers (it is Wisconsin, after all) with bright red plastic knobs...
Laurie, the BOSS, is telling me that this is one of THREE houses that this guy owns full of stuff. That he had a store, it all got too much for him, and he got "behind the curve".
Winding down, paid up (No, that's not my husband. He is behind the camera.), and chatting about "How could this happen?'' All of us there know how...
" Okay, whatever, what did you buy?" I hear you impatiently asking. I bought a midcentury metal porch chair, white Christmas tree, funky vintage desk lamp, alabaster lamp, pair of black 1950's folding chairs, the cheese box chest, white handmade child's stepback cupboard, 6 giant deco hinges, vintage Christmas ornaments, wire basket, vintage rosaries, outside faucet handles, big ironstone bowl, black metal candleholders, white industrial stool, heavy iron acorn thing, some cool 1940's plastic flowerpots, birdcage, bottles...I think that's it. I told my husband that it was too bad we didn't have the big truck. His response, a big moan...and a sigh of relief!
Out of clutter
Out of discord
In the middle of difficulty