Beauty Salon and Cash & Cari Letdown
So, the first house we went to on Friday was in Dearborn, and even though we didn’t find extreme treasures, we found something amazing: A crazy 1960s beauty salon in the basement that was stuck in time! Here’s Erin gettin’ her hair did:
On the right, you’ll notice the reception desk, and then the hair washing station.
Here is Carmen’s 1955 Diploma from the Virginia Farrell Beauty School… (diplomas are one of the saddest things we see at sales… diaries being the worst.)
Here are a few more shots of the entire salon:
I was the first one into the basement, and I could hear Erin at the top of the stairs gabbing away with a stranger, so I was like, “Erin! Get down here!” She told me she immediately thought that I found an extreme treasure that she was missing out on. When she realized what it was, she decided that an old beauty salon was an even better treasure.
We both found a couple of things and started checking out. Erin bought an antique baby scale (?!), a meat grinder, a Christmas coffee mug, and a box of Bakelite sockets. The woman running the sale was skeptical of Erin’s purchases, and said something like, “you have an interesting selection of items here.” When she found the Bakelite sockets, I think she started catching on to Erin trying to make some mad cash. So Erin said, “No… we just like to find weird things at sales. We have a blog!”
Anyway, this conversation went on and on, and Erin started holding up a line of people, which made her start sweating. The woman wrote down the name of our blog (WHAT WAS ERIN THINKING?!) and Erin told her that we could sponsor her sales with a banner. WHAT. THE. HELL. When we got outside, I told her that she should always be thinking of a good reason to want something valuable to tell sellers when they ask. A reason besides reselling it. Like making an art project out of it.
I bought an ugly table cloth and a creepy old doll. In retrospect, I wish I hadn’t bought either of these things. The one thing I will say is that Erin chatting these people up made them give us deals and start opening up to us, so I’ll give her that.
The house after this was the Grey Gardens house, and then we had to make a decision. There were two sales left on our list—one was closer, but ended sooner, and we were starving. The other was all the way in Utica, but it was open until 5. We decided on the Utica sale so that we could eat before.
The Utica sale was another Cash & Cari sale. It looked sort of interesting, but nowadays their sales are always incredibly overpriced, so I was skeptical. We arrived and there were a crapload of people in the house, which immediately made me want to die. Also, the stuff in the house was abundant, but all gross and tacky. This person had a weird assortment of collections. It was like he/she decided to collect EVERY thing that they had a single item of. Shot glass collection? Check. Barbie Collection?
Beer tap collection?
Lava lamp collection?
Check. You can’t get much worse than a lava lamp collection.
Also, the prices on all of this garbage were insane. I don’t understand what’s happened—less than a year ago, her sales had stuff that was totally reasonably priced. I can’t believe anyone was buying anything. For example, there was a “Canadian Barbie” that I picked up because I have a friend who is Canadian, and I was like, “That might be cute…” But no… It was marked $75!!! That thing sells on eBay for between 25 and 50 bucks. WTF?! Cari is gettin’ a little too big for her britches. Also, one of her employees was in the Barbie room showing another employee a video of the largest blackhead ever being popped. I realize this is something I would do, but still—real professional, ladies.
At this point, I wanted nothing more than to warp home. Instead, we had to drive for an hour in rush hour traffic.
If you know me, you know that chili fries are my favorite food. Erin was back on the east side of town on Saturday, so I made her pick up five more bags of them. Adam and I keep eating them, exclaiming, “they taste JUST LIKE chili fries!”
Update from Erin: Ok, I did buy an old baby scale. But how is this not adorable? I am going to try and sell it, and if that doesn’t work, it is a cute thing to have in a nursery.
Sarah kept pointing out that this scale is all dirty, which is true. Obviously, though, she has never heard of a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.
Let me also say that I do indeed have a hard time being put on the spot by people, be it at estate sale or the gas station. Sarah knows that I always get roped into long conversations with strangers, which is probably why the Jehovah’s Witnesses know my name and visit every other day. Bottom line: I am too polite. So yeah, I did say we would be willing to sponsor an estate sale with some sort of banner. But why not? I have never had a giant banner for anything before.
And I need to point out that this cavorting did lead to some good discounts for us. I got these old welding glasses for free at the sale. And they already have 2 bids on ebay. (Steampunks will buy anything labeled “steampunk”.)
I also got this adorable thing for Zach because he actually wears tie pins and cuff links.
I don’t know why you would want to mix ashes will all of your valuables, but maybe it is an old-timey thing.
The last thing I will say about this sale is that I was OBSESSED with this old metal tray table. It was part of the beauty salon stuff. The industrial look of it was just really neat. In the end, I had no place to put it in our house, so it got left behind.