YARD SALE EAVESDROPPING

Favorite sign of the day:
Funnest thing I didn’t buy:
First overheard remark this morning was from a mother to her teenage daughter: “You’re a woman, you can multitask!” I think she wanted her daughter to feed the dog as well as whatever else she was doing. This dog:
His name is Zeus, but I don’t think he’s let it go to his head. He was quite willing to be petted. After I took the picture I showed it to the daughter, mentioning my blog. I said how cute Zeus was, and so were her feet. She called out, “Mom! My feet are going to be on the computer!”

Later in the morning I heard two men talking about some item. “Does it work?” asked the buyer. “Let’s check it out—that’s a good question,” said the seller. “That’s a good answer!” said the buyer.

At another sale two Chinese ladies were shopping. Evidently only one of them spoke any English, and that was limited, but they were having a lovely time looking at everything. They asked the price of something, slippers I think, the seller said the price was fifty cents. The Chinese lady, concentrating fiercely, replied, “Seventy five cents?” in a bartering tone. Her offer was quickly accepted, and everyone seemed happy. Have to say it's the first time I've seen the bargaining go in that direction!

One sale had a stack of orange coveralls, and a man started going through them. They were only a dollar and he was checking them all. “These make great Halloween costumes,” he remarked. A minute later he added, “Looks like I’ll have to go as Daryl though.” The seller laughed. “That was my dad, he was a longshoreman.”

Which reminded me of something I'd forgotten. Several years ago the city I worked for hired a teacher to give classes in conversational Spanish. After a few lessons we had the assignment to bring in a photo and talk about it in Spanish. This is the photo I used:
and in class that evening I said in my halting and very basic Spanish, “This is my cat Buster. In this picture he is getting ready for work. He is a longshoreman.” (Okay, he wasn’t really, but I thought it sounded more interesting than telling them what he really did, which was sleep and purr.)

I met a very handsome young kitty along the way--Howie the brown tabby:
And this is Finnegan:
Talented Finn can shake hands with either paw, and loves to wear his bandana. They showed me how, when you take his bandana off, he comes right over and sticks his head back in it. I gathered that he has an entire bandana wardrobe. Pets with possessions.
I branched out from taking pictures of pets during the morning. This adorable young lady (the taller one) was doing a fine business with her bake sale; her little cakes baked in heart shaped dishes seemed to be a popular Mother’s Day item.
And this fellow was being encouraged to sell his Devo hat by his sweetie.
They had recently combined their households and were having a yard sale to get rid of duplicate stuff. I don’t think he was ready to give up his hat, but people weren’t lined up to buy it. Maybe he got lucky.

I spent $11.95, which brought me:

Four classical CDs
Four boxes of Christmas ornaments—party favors at our open house in December.

Two little ceramic pots. The one thing I really wanted to find on this outing was something to put these two plants in. A bit dated, but at ten cents each, how could I resist?
This wine glass came from the Devo hat guy. I like the colored glass running up the center of the stem.

Three pieces of wool appear to be baby blankets that got seriously felted over the years. One of the white ones has barely discernable embroidered rosebuds. I love the robin’s egg blue of the largest. New felt slippers are in my future.


I've been wanting some leather for slipper soles in a lighter color than the black that I already have. I think this brown suede jacket will work nicely. I've popped it into the washing machine and hung it outside to dry—looks like all the spots came out!
This entertaining hummingbird feeder…



… came from a sale that also had a rather cute rug. Flowers and checks and a rooster. I asked the price, but it was too high for my frugal ways. As we talked, it emerged that its owner really loves this rug, but was tired of dry cleaning it since it's wool. I suggested she wash it. I do mine in cold water on a gentle cycle and hang them up to dry and it works fine.

Cute coat hook from the same neighborhood sale...
...from two ladies about ready to close shop. We ended up having one of those fun conversations that ramble from cars to work to dogs and cats and how total strangers can tell you their life story in line at the grocery store. One of them remarked how much fun garage sales were for encouraging people just to talk to each other. They were so nice I was ready to invite myself in, sit down for some lunch, and keep talking!

I'm hoping I can find a new home for this vintage beauty.

It's a size 6; I won't be wearing it myself, but I just couldn’t leave it. 100% silk, still with hang tags attached. Look at these wonderful pleats and embellishing.

The body is lined, and all the seams are enclosed. Just gorgeous. It's from the mid 80s, and I guess 80s styles are getting popular again. If you’re interested let me know!


This crewel Beatrix Potter growth chart will be a door prize for a children’s librarian.
It could use some edge finishing—my guess is that by the time the stitcher was done, the child it was intended to measure was in junior high, and she just folded it up and put it away.



I thought I would use Miss Mouse for a door prize, but she keeps looking at me with her shiny black bead eyes, arms outstretched. I have to keep her.
Her tag says Liberty of London/Hand Made in England. Wool felt, Liberty fabric for the dress, fine nylon thread for whiskers. I adore her.
Last overheard conversation of the morning was at one of those sales where all the stuff is still in boxes, presided over by a young guy with a three day growth of beard and uncombed hair. He looked affable but not at all sure why he got up so early to have this sale. Perhaps he’d been left to mind the store while his mother or wife ran errands. As I walked away I saw a lady pull an old bridesmaid-type dress from a carton. “How much?” she asked.

I just loved his reply: “Um, what is it?”

GOOD ADVICE!

I don't always have time to read the comments on other folks' blogs, and I bet you don't either. And I don't want you to miss this one, referring to the posting below about the Canadian government (lots of other fun comments came too...this one just whanged my funny bone):

"I'll bet Walmart is in collusion with the Canadian government on this "warning". Oh wait, that means that CHINA is in collusion with the Canadian government since everything you buy at Walmart comes from China. Good grief, it's a worldwide conspiracy to scare us away from garage sales. Strike back--hit as many as possible this weekend!!!!"

So let's all take Kate Spike's advice and get there there garaging this weekend! She's obviously a very smart lady--even though she does think she has the best husband, and that would really be me. ;o} Gotta admit, hers does sound like a VERY close second!

YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!

Several months ago I saved a search in my Google Reader for blog entries on ‘garage saling.’ (I have another for ‘thrifting’—it's how I've found many of you!) All winter the one for garage saling was pretty much dormant, but now it has come to life, and I've been enjoying the variety of material it pulls in. Lots of listings for community garage sales all over the country; they get deleted quickly. But I loved two of today’s gleanings.

One is an announcement for a community theater play called Garage Sale—“Garage Sale is the heartwarming and hilarious story of nine women whose life stories can be told by the things they have collected through the years. Over 30 years of garage sales, they learn of life, laughter, friendship and most importantly, the real value of their ‘stuff’.” Doesn’t that sound like fun? I would definitely attend, but I'm in California and the play is going on in Minnesota. Dang! If anyone goes, be sure to let me know how it was.

My RSS feed also pulled in this from the Canadian government:
Advisory
2009-68
May 4, 2009
For immediate release
OTTAWA - Garage sale season is here again and Health Canada is reminding consumers to put safety ahead of savings and to use caution when buying second-hand items at garage sales, flea markets, on-line web sites, and second-hand stores…Do not consider buying items that have damaged, cracked, missing or loose parts, or items that are missing instructions…”

I hate to tell the Canadian government, but those of us who love second-hand shopping are rarely deterred by damage, cracks, missing or loose parts, and we certainly wouldn’t let missing instructions stand between us and a great deal! In fact, isn’t that part of the fun—the freedom of discovery that comes when the instructions are missing? I suspect that many people who know me would tell you that I myself have a few screws that are loose.

Guess I'd better stay on this side of the border for now.

If you haven’t yet visited Southern Hospitality for Today’s Thrifting Treasures, get on over there and see what folks found this weekend.

And for heaven’s sake don’t tell the Canadian government about that estate sale I went to on Friday. They’d faint!

LAMPS, TOLSTOY, AND TEAPOT LIDS

“Bring boxes and gloves,” said the ad for an estate sale on Craigslist. “Be sure to come every day. New stuff will be unearthed from the bottom of the piles each day.”

How could we resist such an enticement? I checked the address—about two miles from home. We made our list of errands to run on Friday, with “Estate Sale” in the number one position.

I've been to a lot of sales. A LOT of sales! And I have never seen anything like this. The company running the sale posted a bunch o’ pictures here. It wasn’t just the thousands of items inside the house—every inch of the back yard was covered in stuff, piles several feet high. There were 3 or 4 outbuildings, full of stuff. Practically everyone shopping the sale could be seen to shake their heads and ask did you ever see anything like this? We were still looking around the first room when I heard another arrival say, “I wonder if people look at this and want to buy stuff, or if it makes them want to run home and get rid of everything they’ve got?”

We were there at least an hour, and it was fun—but we were awfully glad we had a spare bottle of water in the car to rinse off our hands afterward! We’d barely arrived when a young woman approached and asked if we were looking for anything in particular. I thought she might be working for the sellers and trying to steer customers through the maze. But actually she is a graduate student at one of the local universities, doing a paper on estate sales. She gave us her questionnaire, and we chatted on and off during our sojourn through Stuff City. In fact, I got one of my favorite quotes of the day from her. She was looking at one of the dozens of dolls that were strewn through the piles of heaven knows what, and I saw her arrange the arm and then take some pictures. “I kind of like the dolls,” she said. I agreed, saying they were like a macabre art piece. “Yeah—the victims of this guy’s obsession.”

A family group was poking through piles nearby. “Hey Grandpa, look!” the teenage boy exclaimed. He’d found some walkie talkies. Grandpa was appreciative. “I bet you could call Mars on those,” he said. Must have been BIG walkie talkies. When I got back inside I watched a mother holding a young daughter, maybe age two, looking at stuff in one of the bedrooms. The child was squirmy, and mom finally put her down, with a stern admonition: “Don’t touch anything! Dirty!”

We talked for a few minutes with the man running the sale. He said his family has been in this business for nearly 50 years. I'd be curious to know how many sales in that time have been as jam-packed as this thing was. Frankly, I admire them for being willing to take it on. “We brought 45 boxes of stuff down from the attic,” he told us. “Avon. One was full of face powder. They dropped one of them and it exploded all over the place.”

I think my husband managed to unearth the best thing in the whole darned place. Though the sale had started the day before, and we didn’t get there till after 10 a.m., so heaven knows what was already gone. Anyway, in a back corner of one of the outbuildings, behind a bunch of other stuff, he found this floor lamp that we both liked.

We think it's brass and will be pretty spiffy when it's been cleaned up and an interesting shade found for it. Here’s where I tried cleaning a spot.

Our other purchase here was some 50s vintage paperbacks (there were thousands to choose from). We couldn’t resist these covers…


…and look what they did with Tolstoy!
We resumed our errand-running, and there just happened to be another sale on the way to Home Depot. By now it was nearly noon but we stopped anyway, and found this Ansel Adams print we like.
The nice lady having this sale said her friends were bringing more stuff that evening, so I made this my first stop again in the morning. Her friends had come through. I picked up a lambswool sweater for felting
and two trellises that will enjoy living in a pot with some vines. Or maybe hanging out with Edward.
As I was looking around, another young woman arrived and started looking through the clothes. “I don’t know why I'm doing this,” she said. “I'm having my own sale this morning. My husband is making me get rid of stuff, and he’s going to think I’m crazy to buy more.” She was one of those people who, every time someone else tried to speak, would resume talking, mostly about how her husband was making her sell her stuff. After a few minutes a little girl about four years old came running up. “I told you to stay in the car,” the woman said. The child ignored her and walked up to me, holding out her hand. “What’s your name?” she asked me, completely self possessed. I shook her hand and told her my name (she was so formal I told her I was Mrs. H—rather than my first name), then asked hers. Katie. She proceeded to shop around the garage, with her mother bleating in the background, “Katie, I told you to stay in the car. Katie, don’t touch anything.” In a calm voice Katie replied, “I’m just looking,” and one second later we heard CRASH! Katie had dropped the lid to a teapot. Mom came rushing in. “Um, how much did you want for your teapot?” she asked. The young woman having the sale was so gracious—she took one of the matching handleless cups, put it on the top of the pot for a lid, and said not to worry about it, then started picking up pieces. The mom seemed to take it for granted that someone else would clean up the mess and went back to her shopping, yapping at her daughter from time to time. Katie continued to ignore her.

I'm only sorry I had my back turned when Katie dropped that lid. I'd give a lot to know if it slipped from her little hands, or if she did it on purpose.

The rest of the morning was very pleasant. I tooled through one neighborhood with dozens of sales, and managed part of another before I'd had enough. Chatted for a bit with the Harley-riding detective I remembered from last year, along with his nice wife. We got to talking about accents (my Missouri/Oklahoma/North Carolina/California mixture had him wondering) and he told me when he first left Iowa and went into the Marines, the other guys claimed they couldn’t understand his accent. “And they were from Texas!” Later I talked about gardening with a couple who have pretty much ripped out their front yard and relandscaped with veggies. I met up with some of the other regulars I haven’t seen for a while—Carol was buying a baby gate for her son and daughter in law and told me about passing up some golf clubs a few weeks ago that were priced at $25, which she thought was too high. Then she’d kicked herself for not getting them. But she’d just found the same thing for ten bucks, and she was gleeful. We nodded our heads wisely and agreed that if the price is too high, pass it up, because you’re going to see it on someone else’s driveway if you just wait.

Met some nice doggies, including Maggie, a lovely black lab.
She’s only 7 months old and was such a good girl. How come my dogs are never that calm? There was also lovely Lucy, who was so wiggly it was hard to get a picture of her wonderful blue eyes.


I finally held out my camera in front of her face and clicked. Then managed to pull it out of reach before she could give it a smooch!
Had to take a picture as well of the dad at this sale—he was so perfectly framed as he noshed on his breakfast. He said the frame was for a flat screen TV.
Our two days of garaging ended up with an outlay of $31.25. Besides the lamp, books, picture and trellises, I brought home:

A monkey for a door prize
A new fanny pack, required equipment when you go garaging.
Three wooden manikins to add to my collection. One turned out to be missing a foot, dang it, but maybe he can go decorate a pot in the yard or something.

A wooden yard bunny. He’ll have to try out different spots to find the exact right place.

A package of cute little round candles with a $16 Pottery Barn price tag on the bottom.
A clock to hang outside so I can time exercising in the pool. We get no rain here in the summer, so a clock will usually last several months outdoors. I know they make outdoor clocks, but for a buck or two I just get a fresh one each summer. This came from a sale with a lot of high-end stuff, so I suspect it may have been from someplace like Restoration Hardware.
From the same sale I got this wooden marble labyrinth game, and the nice son patiently went through his coffee can of marbles he was selling to find one small enough to go through the holes. So far I've managed to get all the way to hole number three…out of sixty!

The deal of the day came when I found a stack of clothing to augment my wardrobe. For fifty cents each I got a cute rayon shirt with matching pants—love the contrasting fabric used at the ends of the sleeves and pant legs, and for an inset pleat in the back of the shirt. I think I'll shorten the pants to crop length…

…Coldwater Creek pants…
…Liz Claiborne pants of a nifty silk and linen blend…
…and navy cotton Jones New York pants.
Fifty cents each for those brands is good, right? Well, it got even better when I got home and tried them on—and found this in one of the pockets!