Dig This Treasure!

Sometimes estate sales are a blast not because you find a bunch of great treasures to buy, but just because they are fun to browse through.  I recently went to a sale like this, and even though I only bought a couple things, it was a really nice experience.  The whole house was like a time capsule.

Better yet, it was a time capsule of only adorable things!  That Holt Howard rooster set used to be very collectible, although prices on it have dropped recently.  If the prices were a little lower at this sale, I would have still tried to flip it on ebay.  I hope this found a good home though because it is so cute.

It is hard to tell in the photo but this faux fireplace was pretty big.  It was made of styrofoam and was obviously really cute, but we don’t really have a place to put it.  I hope someone bought it!

Continuing on with the trend of large holiday decorations I do not need, let me present you this Easter tree:

I was kind of obsessed with this.  It was a perfect mix of hideous, intriguing, and adorable.  I should have bought it and left it on Sarah’s porch.  Or saved it for a white elephant gift exchange.  I am not sure what those brown ball things are near the bottom but I assume they are representative of Easter bunny turds.

There were several wind up toys from the 80s and 90s that I thought about buying, but each one was priced around $10-$15.  Had they been $5 I probably would have bought all of them.  Everett would have loved them dearly, although I would be spending the rest of my days constantly winding them up for him.

The Musical Munching Bunny was a steal at $2 but I still didn’t buy him.  I’m being very disciplined with my purchases lately.

I did buy one wind up toy, which was this seal for the bathtub.  Everett is crazy about him and yells, “SEAL! SEAL!” as he swims around.

I also bought this amazing cat poster from the 70s, which I promptly sold on ebay.  It was $1. 

My last purchase turned out to be a lame one, but it was only a $1 investment.  This stuffed bear is supposedly collectible, according to ebay, but so far it hasn’t sold!  I don’t know what the deal is.  He is a Clifford Berryman bear.

I mean, he is definitely cuter than this thing that I left behind at the sale:

-Erin

Before I tell you this tale, I’m going to show you some of the best finds in my $400 box of pictures. 

Looks like Melody was a lucky, world traveler. 

And finally, my favorite, because this is so clearly one of my own cat’s ancestors:

Anyway, a few weeks ago, Erin and I stopped by a sale on a Tuesday. This was really abnormal for us, but we were prepping for our garage sale and the sale was right down the street from the Mexican restaurant where we ate lunch. It was advertised as being the last day, and it was 75% off. 

When we got there, I recognized the company as the same one that ran that sale where we found the giant Santa for Timmy. The sale was really picked over, but I stumbled upon two huge boxes of pictures in the basement. I got really super excited, because I figured that at 75% off, these would be a steal. Turns out I was wrong. I got up to the cashier and told her I wanted all of the pictures. There were at least 500 snapshots in the boxes, and then a ton of old portraits and cabinet cards. I really don’t care about either of the latter two things, because I mostly just enjoy sifting through snapshots. But again, I figured that two hours before closing on the last day of a sale would mean that you’d be thrilled to get rid of two boxes of crap. 

Anyway, the woman proceeded to tell me that yes, I could have all of the pictures, but that each of the pictures in the boxes was individually priced, and they would have to add them all up. I tried to explain that that defeated the purpose of me buying all of them–I only wanted the whole lot because I did not have the patience to sort through that many pictures at an estate sale. Eventually the owner, who Erin and I had complimented in the past for his fair prices, came over and I instantly felt relieved. Surely, this man was going to bring a sense of reason to the situation at  hand. As it turns out, though, Homeboy was not feeling reasonable. He told me that he would value the boxes of photographs at $100 total. I said, “Ok, so 75% off would be $25?” and he said, “NO, that’s after the 75%.” So what he was telling me, was that those pictures would have cost FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS under normal circumstances. Exsqueeze me? 

In the end, I told him that if he was going to be such a stickler, I didn’t want any cabinet cards or portraits, and that I was willing to give him $40. He would only take $50 and so I caved and high-tailed it outta there. I grumbled about this the whole way home. 

The silver lining is that it ended up being a decent price because there were a lot of cool photographs in the lot. I’ll share more soon! 

-Sarah

Erin convinced me to hit up an auction in Tecumseh with her on Wednesday night. This auction wasn’t at the same place we auctioned at in Tecumseh before. However, I had been to this place with my parents earlier in December, I was just a slacker and never wrote about it. Anyway, the auction did not look good in the pictures, but I figured I would humor Erin.

Erin was late, so on the way there we had to hit up Micky D’s because we were starved. When we got there, I was still finishing my filet-o-fish and I thought Erin was going to blow a gasket while waiting for me. She was so eager to get in there.

Can you blame her?

Ok, in all seriousness, this auction was probably the worst thing I’ve ever been to. They were auctioning off stuff that I doubt would sell even at a thrift store or get taken out of a garage sale’s free box. It was crazy. For example, many of the items on this table were marked as being from the dollar store.  

Despite these truths, there were two things that I was coveting at this sale. First, these guys, which were not there when I was at this joint with my parents:

I wanted them so bad. But I think they’re now a permanent part of the ambiance there.

Second, I REALLY wanted this battery operated cat.

I thought she would be an excellent white elephant gift. This past year at the holiday potluck Adam and I host, Erin’s husband Zach brought the best white elephant gift: Christmas Cat. He found this gentleman at a flea market and there was a serious war over him during the white elephant exchange.

I am confident that my cat will surpass Christmas Cat as Most Desirable White Elephant Gift. I won her for $2, a serious steal, and when we got her back to my house and Adam put some new batteries in her, let me just say–she blew our minds.

Despite the lack of treasures at this auction, people were pumped to spend between $1 and $5 for loads and loads of garbage. That includes, unfortunately, both Erin and myself. For some reason, I thought it was a good idea to buy two hula hoops. 

I also thought it was a good idea to buy a box of Halloween plates without looking at them closely first. They were chipped, made in China, and not even safe for microwaves or dishwashers! We ended up giving them to a man who was buying things to furnish his sister’s home. He told us that she had nothing, so he was trying to help her out. On the ride home, Erin was doing her sob story thing, feeling bad for the woman. But I just finished reading The Glass Castle, so I put it in perspective for her. After all, having someone’s old coffee mugs and chipped Halloween plates is better than nothing. Right? I don’t know. Maybe not.

Anyway, the guy who runs this joint is my favorite guy. At one point, he put a toaster cover on his head because he thought it was a hat. Anyway, the combination of his mic not working half the time and the items all being garbage caused me to have to ask Erin, “What is it?” over and over again.

Erin ended up scoring the only real treasures of the night (besides my cat), and I’ll let her tell you about them.

-Sarah

Update from Erin: Apparently it takes 30 minutes to eat one Filet-O-Fish.  I wouldn’t know because I would never eat one.  Sarah forgot to mention that she left remnants of this fish burg in my car near the foot heater, and once it got reheated hours after we left the auction, my car smelled like a swamp.

So yes, this auction was pretty junky, but I still had fun.  Everything was entertaining.  As she mentioned, every time a new item came up for auction, Sarah would instantly say, “What is it?”  EVERY TIME.  And then I would have to be like, “Oh it’s a stack of wooden bowls but 4 are cracked,” or “It’s a pile of 3 teddy bears that say ‘Mommy’ on them.”  Near the end, I just started saying, “It’s garbage,” every time.

Except these plates.  I didn’t buy them (for fear they would be a TTFYHO), but they sure are cute.  

I was also entertained because the the auctioneer kept inventing words.  At one point he auctioned off some ceramic Christmas Village knick-knacks and described them as being from many different “scenaries.”  He also kept calling VHS tapes V-S-H, which is an honest mistake, but still funny.  And, he kept lying!  Sarah got suckered into buying some “cast iron spurs” for $10.  The auctioneer even clanged them together while suggesting they were heavy and solid.  When Sarah won the spurs, they weighed about the same as a paper clip (not cast iron).  Luckily, they let her return them.

I won a few cool things, perhaps the only cool things at the auction.  First up were these old antique skeleton keys.  

I’ll probably put them on ebay, although they would look really nice hanging on the wall, or in a cabinet, especially if I found one of those big old key rings for them.

I also bought this polar bear sculpture because it looks like Murano glass.  Even if it isn’t Murano, art glass in general is popular.  The fact that this sculpture is animal related definitely doesn’t hurt either.  This guy is also really heavy, which I think is a plus to collectors.

I hear that in real life polar bears are mega ferocious.  In fact, I think my sister told me about some guy at a zoo who got eaten by one after he climbed in the exhibit to snuggle it. 

P.S. Sarah thought those Blues Brothers would fit in my little 4 door sedan.  Thankfully they weren’t auctioned off this night.  Look at how huge those things are compared to the doors below!  I can’t imagine trying to move them, let alone “just sit them in my back seat” like Sarah suggested.