If at first you don’t succeed…
Since Friday was sort of a bust, Sarah and I decided to wake up bright and early to hit more sales on Saturday. Actually, that is only half-true. I wokeup bright and early thinking that Sarah did too, and that she was picking me up at 10am as promised. We got rolling around 11:30. ANYWAY…
The sales were awful. We rolled up to the first house and instantly panicked. It was the SAME HOUSE as the one where our Cash & Cari blowout went down. We were so confused at first, thinking that maybe we were just delusional. Sure enough though, this was the same house. Another estate sale company had been brought in to try and sell more of the items that were left after the first sale.
I felt like I had PTSD the whole time I was at this sale. I got nervous stomach as soon as we walked it. It was hilarious and absurd. In the end, I didn’t find any treasures. In fact, I only found sad things…like the following:
I also found a bunch of old wedding photos, dirtied and shoved under a bunch of boxes, as well as a crumpled marriage license. Such a bummer finding those types of things.
Since I mentioned it, I’ll say that Sarah and I did find disguises should we ever have to attend another RePurpose sale. We picked these up at a garage sale Saturday for 50 cents. The man who sold them to us was super drunk and kept calling us “ladies,” as well as constantly apologizing to us for every move he made around the garage.
We saw a rummage sale sign after visiting this garage sale, and despite Sarah’s objections, we stopped.
The sale was in the clubhouse of some neighborhood development, and all clothes and shoes were $5 per bag. I was excited about this, but I could tell that Sarah was less than enthused. She busied herself with the book table while I dug through the clothes.
I ended up with some surprisingly nice scores…Ralph Lauren corduroys, a Pendleton blazer (that Sarah found and kindly gave to me), some unworn Mossimo shoes in my size, and two Banana Republic sweaters. I also found this old pair of Nikes that may turn out to be quite lucrative. They are from the 80s and similar pairs sell for anywhere between 80-100 dollars. I already have one bid on them and have had 3 people message me asking for more details. Very exciting!
Update from Sarah: Ask Erin how late she is to my house any time she has to be at it.
ANYWAY…When we were walking down the street from our car to the first sale, I said, “Something about this walk reminds me of the last Cash & Cari sale.” We hadn’t even gotten to the house yet! Damn, I’ve got a good memory. Anyway, it wasn’t another company that came in to sell the rest of the stuff there—it was family. I only know this because I overheard the main woman running the sale telling a buyer that these large pictures in the house were her ancestors. I think the owner of the house was the woman’s aunt. ANYWAY… somehow I ended up spending almost $40 at this sale but I’m too lazy to take pictures of what I spent it on. I do know that I purchased a Beavis and Butthead book.
Erin left out a horrible sale between the first and the neighborhood rummage sale. It was horrible, and was sort of the “third strike” for me with this particular company. Who shall remain nameless because they’re not on TV. Anyway, the guy who runs these sales is crazy and overprices literal junk. There wasn’t a single thing in this home worth purchasing. Also, he had a “Cash for Gold” sign outside the house. Where he was supposed to be SELLING things. Not buying them. But the worst part was that the house had a hot tub in the basement which is about the grossest thing ever. I’d rather find guano in a barn than a hot tub in a basement. At least I learned officially that from now on even if pictures look ok, this dude’s sales aren’t worth going to.
At the rummage sale, I found a huge stack of ’80s ARTnews magazines for $2. I actually don’t think they’ll sell but they’ll be cool to go through. One of them featured Cindy Sherman so why not? Also, while I was walking around with them in my arms, one of the women running the sale came up to me and said, “What books did you find?” I showed her and she said, “Oh I think I know what house these came from. The woman was a wonderful artist. She’s in heaven now.” I’d like to know how she confirmed this information.
Erin left out the best part of the day, which was going to Pastries by Ellen, which, if you’re ever in Sylvan Lake before 4 p.m., you should hit up. They had macarons and I asked for a lemon one even though they were $2 each, which is simply outrageous. But to my delight, when I opened the box I discovered that the guy at the pastry counter had given me THREE: a lemon, a strawberry and a chocolate. Dude ruled.
Sorry for the lack of pictures of the delicious treats. Eating them was top priority.