Dig This Treasure!

Sarah and I hit a pretty crummy sale the week before our Traverse City trip, and it was such a letdown that we didn’t even blog about it. Sarah did find this t-shirt, but it was too dirty to buy:

There was one pretty great “Hard to Resist” item at this sale. A giant animated Uncle Fester candy bowl. You could tell it was broken. His eyes were rolled back in his head and stuck that way.

I think this is Uncle Fester. Maybe it is just some creepy man candy bowl. Regardless, I took this photo, chuckled to myself, and walked away. Later, Uncle Fester reappeared in the arms of a shopper! I was so glad someone was actually buying him.

There he is peeking out of that lady’s shopping basket!

Too bad this story has an unhappy ending though. When this lady went to check out, the sales people informed her that Uncle Fester cost TEN DOLLARS. I have a hard time believing that he EVER cost $10. The shopper was equally shocked by this price and sadly decided to pass on the purchase.

I’m hoping that Fester was too hard for someone else to resist, but I’m not holding my breath.

-Erin

Update from Sarah: Good god why didn’t you crop my head out of that first photograph? Also, these pictures don’t accurately capture how dirty that shirt was. I was reluctant to even touch it and I’m not typically grossed out by dirt. 

It’s time again for a “Hard to Resist” post, featuring all sorts of great items we just had to leave behind while out at sales.  First up is this box of arguably racist Halloween masks:

You can be an Asian person, a gypsy lady, or a…um, not sure what that is…Native American wrestler?  Anyway, we passed on these because I already found a Charles Manson/Rob Zombie mask at a previous sale.

Need a place to keep all of your valuable jewels?  What about a bag that is clearly labeled “jewels”???

Oh wait, you think it might be totally irresponsible and risky to keep your jewels in a bag labeled “jewels”??  Yeah, maybe you are right.  What I do know for sure though, is you can’t stop the cake machine…

Don’t even try to stop the cake machine.

-Erin

I’ll admit it. I bought this costume. And I don’t have a baby or a toddler. 

This was a hard one to explain when I got home. 

Erin and I saw this costume at a sale right after she and Zach bought their home. They were in the market for busts, and as soon as we walked in, she spotted a Mozart bust which will probably be featured as a Fave Find one day. Anyway, this was buried amongst some Burger King Alf Puppets that I actually carried around with me for a while. Can you believe I thought they might be valuable? Well, I did. Give me a big, fat break. 

So, Erin is sometimes obsessed with my unborn children, and while we stood contemplating the costume together, she exclaimed, “You need to buy that for your baby!” I reminded her I do not have a baby, but she told me I should buy it for my future baby. I then screwed myself by admitting to her that my mother had made the exact same costume (different fabric and pom-poms) when I was a toddler. Seeing the costume reminded me of some good times, and Erin was starting to really convince me that buying it wasn’t crazy. There was no turning back after that!

Here are some pics of me rocking the costume while gathering some Halloween loot when I was two: 

I wish my mom saved some of her clothes from back then. I’d totally wear that coat now. 

I do have one question, though. My brother is five years older than me. Why did my parents think it was a good idea for him to wear a toddler’s Halloween costume the next year? 

Anyway, when I came home that night, I did have a lot of explaining to do. But it was all worth the look on Adam’s face. 

I realize it seems like I’m obsessed with clowns, since the first edition of Things That Freak Your Husband Out (TTFYHO) was also about them, but I’m really not. 

-Sarah