Now I'm a sucker for estate sales for the following reasons:
1. You can find some swell stuff.
b. You can find some swell stuff for low, low prices. And some not-so-swell stuff at "Who are you trying to kid here?" prices.
iii. It gives you a chance to
So of course I must check it out and when I got there, it was apparent that as the sale actually started yesterday, the majority of good stuff had already been snatched up but I took a look anyway.
I wandered from room to room, picking up this, looking at that but not really seeing anything that I absolutely HAD to have.
Until I got into a back bedroom and hanging there in front of me were not one but TWO beautiful satin wedding dresses.
Oh, these were beautiful dresses, one from the 1930s and the other from the 1940s. Both had cathedral length trains and both still had the headpieces and cathedral length veils as well as the satin shoes. The satin had yellowed to a gorgeous creamy color and the lace and embroidery were still perfect. Someone had spent A LOT of money on these wedding dresses.
I wanted these dresses SO BAD, even though I need them like a hole in the head, have no use for them and didn't have the money to buy them anyway but still. I wanted them. Sue me.
And then I got sad. Like the time I went to an estate sale and one of the items was the wedding album of the dead lady. For some reason, that saddened me more than anything else that was in that house. Someone had lived their life and now strangers were pawing through their personal belongings, hoping to score some good stuff for cheap prices.
Anyway, I wondered about those wedding dresses. Why were there two of them from roughly the same era? Did the lady of the house marry twice in a relatively short time, both times in formal ceremonies? What was their story?
I finally had to tear myself away from those beautiful dresses and headed toward the door empty handed.
Then I saw a pretty teacup and saucer and something made me grab it, I don't know what or why but I had to have that cup and saucer:
And as I went to pay for them out in the garage, I spied a mirror laying on a workbench and grabbed that as well:
I need a mirror for my entry way and this will be perfect after I've painted the frame. Sucker weighs a ton, though.
So that was my day today. Pawing through Dead Peoples Stuff for Fun and Profit.
And feeling sad and guilty about it.