So last week I had norovirus and Sarah had to roll solo. I was SO BUMMED because the sales I missed looked great. Anyway, I decided to go hit some sales today. The first one was in Farmington and was advertised as having tons of antiques. It had antiques but wasn’t a very “packed” sale. There was nothing to really dig through.
I immediately found this old record cabinet and the price on it could not be beat. It needs to be cleaned for sure, as well as stained and/or polished. $20.
There is a weird piece of carpet sitting on top of it in this photo which is not a part of it. So if you were worried about that, don’t be.
In the basement of this house I found a little box and inside were these mini liquor bottles. It seems like I have a habit of buying old-ass liquor at sales, but I really don’t. I just thought these were really cool looking. Some of them are still sealed, which can sell pretty well on ebay.
I got all of them for $5.
I also found a bunch of old 78s. At one point, Zach told me about old records made of heavier vinyl, and how jazz ones or something can be collectable. I know nothing about records at all, but all of these were $10 so I took a chance. We’ll see if they end up being valuable, and if they don’t, I will give them to Sarah because she CLEARLY buys records at every sale we go to.
The BEST part by far of this sale though, was the live cockatoo that I got to hold. I turned a corner and there it was, just chilling on some guy’s arm. I asked if I could pet it, and the bird just straight up climbed onto me. Turns out that this guy didn’t live at the house, he just takes his pet bird out on the town with him. This is cool with me because the cockatoo was super nice and snuggling all up on me. It tried to bite the man when he went to separate us two. That’s right, birds, like most creatures, are obsessed with me. Anyway, here is a blurry photo the guy took.
When I left this sale, I headed to another one in Garden City. As I started getting close, I recognized the neighborhood as one I had been to before. AND THEN I REALIZED WHAT WAS HAPPENING. THIS WAS A TRICK, and it wasn’t the first time I had fallen for it.
This place is a weird hippie hangout that Zach and I were once lured to. They often advertise online as being an “estate sale” or an “auction,” when really they are just the same old creepy warehouse full of hippies selling garbage. That sounds really mean because it is really mean. However, it is also true. Since I was there, I went in.
Today, the folks were spray-painting indoors. The placed smelled like what it smells like when you spray-paint indoors. Oh, did I forget to mention that this place doesn’t just sell antiques? It is also an artist collective where you can work on your spray-paint artwork. And they have music shows there too. This is the stage.
And apparently, they also have karaoke.
Here are some Flubbers hanging out on a couch. I didn’t buy them.
To be fair, I did find one treasure that I am absolutely thrilled over. IT IS SO CUTE. It is a mini toy safe from France. It has tiny little wheels. I am going to put it in my kitchen next to some other knick-knacks that are similar in style and color. $15, which is steep but so worth it.
The photo doesn’t really do it justice, but believe me, it is REAL cute.
Update from Sarah: First, that record cabinet looks like someone threw it out of a moving vehicle a few times. Who are you turning into? Me? Second, I cannot believe you didn’t wait until Saturday to go to the Garden City sale. Look at the ad for it, pasted in its entirety:
The contents of FOUR seperate estates all in one location.
Home Made Corned Beef & Cabbage Served Saturday ALL DAY!!!
Saturday Night Open Mic Party Doors open at 6pm