Dig This Treasure!

I don’t have much to say about this sale we visited a couple weeks ago, other than it had an insane amount of vinyl records.  Oh, and that we brought Everett with us to the sale, which was an adventure.

I gave him that maraca to distract him.  He clutched onto it with his sweaty little mitts through the whole house.  And then he dropped it along the way and I didn’t notice, so sorry to the people running the sale because it is probably behind a dresser somewhere.

I should mention that there are perks to taking a baby to an estate sale.  You can disobey all rules.  This house was basically built on top of an ice luge and had a crazy long, treacherous driveway that patrons were barred from parking in.  I rolled my ass right up into that driveway though and was like YO PEOPLE WE HAVE A BABY OKAY.

Anyway, I don’t have much to say because I didn’t buy anything.  The house was cool though, and the amount of records was astounding.  So here, indulge in these photos:

ULCER DEPARTMENT.  LOL.

I don’t remember exactly what Sarah bought, but I am pretty sure she got this:

And this:

-Erin

Update from Sarah: Because I’m a bad friend, I actually made Erin drive up the driveway and give me the baby, and then go park her car elsewhere. I was afraid of backing out of this driveway because it was super long and there was a crazy woman standing at the end of it who refused to move. Man, all I’ll say is you get a lot of attention if you’re holding a super cute baby, even if it’s just for 3 minutes.

The first thing Everett and I looked for was a Big Hug Mug. 

There wasn’t one. 

This person was obsessed with two things: Clowns and records.This was hands down the most records I’ve ever seen outside of a record store. 

They also had this cool old player piano. 

There were lots of books at this sale, which excited me. But I only found a couple of hardcover comic collections for Adam. 

I also found a copy of Mommie Dearest on DVD! I looked like this when I found it.

My mom let me watch that movie as a child and it scared the sh*t out of me! Time to revisit it. 

I also found this adorable vintage Holly Hobbie serving platter: 

The people running this sale were awesome and charged me $10 for all my crap. The plate alone was marked $8! 

Everett started getting cranky and Erin and I both had little patience for that vast quantity of records, so we booked it out of there. We were all happier at Daly’s, where we indulged in some good-ass food. Here’s proof: 

I mentioned last week that when I went to the Chelsea Antiques Market a few weekends ago, there were many things to see that were very hard to resist. Here are a few of my faves. 

Frankly, I don’t understand this terrifying plate, who would want it, or where it came from. I hated it so much–it just made me feel icky inside. Clowns are already scary enough but this one has a SAW in his doctor bag, a hammer in his hand, and golf clubs for no reason. WTF? 

Sarah and I were dying when we saw that someone had, with a red sharpie, made poor Big Boy’s eyes super bloodshot. Either that or he smoked some powerful ganja. 

I enjoyed that this seller didn’t know for sure whether a) the doll was very old or b) it was even a doll at all! 

I hope the Ultimate Punk finds this vase, because it was especially made for him/her. 

I call this masterpiece Terrifying Zombified Ceramic Hunter Boy, with Dog.

Some special anniversary cigs. 

NUDE LOVERS.

Ok, I saved my favorite for last. Every time I look at this picture, I LOL. 

This is what Erin looked like when the nurses told her it was time to push. 

-Sarah

Today I was cleaning out my own ebay world, all in preparation for Sarah’s and my garage sale happening June 8th.  Last year’s garage sale was a huge success, so I am busy pulling every last piece of junk out of my house to sell this year.

My “ebay world” (in our basement) is full of things that didn’t sell on ebay and things I never got around to selling on ebay.

You might notice an Effanbee doll, I think I bought at this sale.  I never sold it on ebay because I noticed its wig was falling off, and so I tried to super glue it back on, but then the glue ate part of the hair.  Oy.

There’s also this stupid Teddy Ruxpin caterpillar friend I bought at a weird consignment shop I made Sarah stop at.  I don’t know if we ever wrote about it, but basically I thought I could resell this thing.  Except that he is missing an important cable cord that lets him speak with Teddy Ruxpin.  UGH.

And then there is Mrs. Beasley.  I DEFINITELY could have resold her, but remember that little hair bonnet I made for her?  Since her hair was all sticking up and mangled?  Well, it didn’t work.  Into the garage sale she goes.

OK, so on to the real point of this entry and the TTFYHO (Things That Freak Your Husband Out).  So I’m packing up all these items, and I see these legs sticking out of one of my cupboards.

AND THEN I REMEMBERED.  I bought these insanely creepy clown dolls at a sale and ended up never listing them on ebay.  I just forgot about them.  I think I hid them away because of how terrifying they are, and then let them slip from memory.

This isn’t the first time that one of us has freaked our husband out by buying something clown-related.  However, this is the first time that one of us went to extra lengths to make sure that our husband was TO THE MAX creeped out.

Here’s what happened:

A few months ago, Zach bought a security camera because there had been some break-ins in our neighborhood.  Well, that’s part of the reason.  We were also generally curious to spy on the neighbors, mailman, general street traffic, etc.  

The camera works by turning on when it senses motion.  It then snaps a series of photos and emails them to Zach.  Every morning when he would check his email, it was the same old thing: cars driving by, a stray cat walking by, or just the wind setting the darn thing off.  

Until I decided to creep outside one night…

And that’s how Zach died.  He opened his email, saw this pic, screamed, and died. The End.

-Erin

Update from Sarah: I just wanted to add that Erin is incapable of saying “Teddy Ruxpin.” She kept saying “Teddy Rupskin” the day she bought that dumb caterpillar, even after I tried to help her pronounce it correctly. We were both LOLin’.