Sunday morning I was sitting at my desk doing some work, and Zach rushed in the room all excited about some nearby estate sales. They were apparently packed to the brim, and both 50% off. We rushed out the door and headed first to Redford.
The sale was kind of packed, but you could tell that it was also picked over. And it was super old lady. Zach kept looking for a “man’s room” but found none.
There was a lot of porcelain, but most of it was cheap or chipped. I bet there were probably some good pieces in the sale days before. This person certainly was a collector.
I did find some marble eggs, which I had been looking at recently on ebay. I wanted some of these to put on my egg scales. What’s interesting about marble eggs is that they are a good alternative to Victorian glass eggs, which many people collect. Victorian glass eggs were placed in chicken coops as decoys, and would provoke the hens to lay their own eggs. Isn’t that neat? I love these glass eggs and hope to one day own some, but for now, marble eggs are much easier to find and to afford.
I also found this little piece of Jasba pottery, which is a company out of Germany. Some of their pieces are really collectible, but others are more common. I took a chance on this because it was $2.
The last thing I bought at this sale was an old toy stick horse. When I grabbed it, Zach looked at me like I was insane.
But look! These things sell! I only paid $4 for him, so my chances at a high profit margin seem good.
The second sale we went to was at a super rich person’s house in Farmington Hills. The house was a mansion, and the sale was listed as having Chanel items. I recently bought a fake Chanel bag in New York, which fell apart in less than a week, so the chance of owning a real one was exciting.
Upon arrival, Zach and I were whisked into some sort of time travel machine and taken back to the 1980s. This was cool because I was born in the 80s and don’t remember much about them. Here was my chance to get a taste.
All of the furniture was like a white formica substance, and the carpets and walls were white. We had to wear little booties on our shoes to protect the carpet, which turned out to be silly because the carpet was filthy. And my little booties kept snagging on things and falling off. Zach ended up just taking off his shoes because the booties were too small for him. Shopping in your socks is embarrassing.
Check out that banister.
I asked the people working here if all of the Chanel stuff was sold, and the woman paused and looked at me for a good 5 seconds before answering. I know she was thinking, “You Miss, didn’t shower today. AND you can’t afford Chanel.” Both of these things were true, but still, how rude. The Chanel items were in fact sold, but I did buy one treasure here:
This my friends is some 80s-ass modern art. It’s a big heavy sculpture which Zach contends is of aliens riding an alien horse. I refer to it as “tribal.” I’m sure Sarah would refer to it as ugly.
Ok, last thing of note. On the way home, we passed the craziest set of old abandoned buildings I’ve ever seen. In the middle of Farmington Hills! So weird. Apparently, this was an old commune that got shut down or something. How sweet would it be to go explore? You could tell there was still stuff inside of all these buildings.