Antique Barn Sale
On Sunday morning, while Sarah was busy finding treasures at Comic Con, I was driving home from a Relay for Life event. I saw a sign that said “Estate Sale” and another that said “Antique Barn Sale”, and even though I was exhausted from the relay, I decided to stop. Well, first I chanted “SECRET SALE SECRET SALE,” and then I stopped.
The sale was pretty much all garbage, including this stuffed bear who mysteriously has no ears. There weren’t even remnants of once-existent ears. Just absolutely NO ears on this bear. YOLO.
I am now noticing that this bear also has a mom haircut. Actually, it kind of looks like Ellen DeGeneres.
Bellen BearGeneres.
Ok, so I am only telling you about this sale because I did pretty much the best thing ever at it. I was so delusional from fatigue that after looking in one of the rooms, I walked out of it and turned off the light switch. Just out of habit. Everyone in the room starting yelling, “HEY!” I turned the light back on, saying nothing (like a creep), and left.
Sowwie!
So after that sale dud, I followed an endless number of signs to the “barn sale.” I must have drove at least 3 miles following little tiny signs posted to random trees. I’ll applaud whoever put up the 800 signs every 10 feet for this sale though, because the number of streets I had to turn on was astounding.
Finally, in the middle of a neighborhood, I saw this:
A weird little barn oasis in the middle of a bunch of houses!
The littlest chairs! You can’t really tell, but these were each less than a foot off the ground.
You all know I’ve been wanting some locker baskets for awhile now. But why, why, why are they so pricey!
Everything at this sale actually was pricey. So I didn’t buy anything. However, I did see my SECOND giant wasp nest for sale!
I’ll tread lightly here because the last time I talked about people selling wasp nests, we got our first ever negative comment on the blog!
-Erin