On the Record
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:
