Valley of the Dolls II
On our way out of the Valley of the Dolls sale, I caught a glimpse of Erin in the daylight. I’m not sure how we didn’t realize it inside, but that house was absolutely filthy. Look at how much dirt is on Erin’s face!!!

Need a closer look?

Hand sanitizer did nothing for us–it just created a disgusting dirt hand salve.
Also, before I forget, check out these two things I scored at the sale. One is horrifying and the other is hopefully lucrative.


Can you guess which is which? Just kidding. Anyone out there need a juggalette doll.
The other really terrific thing that happened when we left was that we noticed a dog inside a parked car. Not a big deal most days. But when it’s 92 degrees outside, it’s a big deal. Even if you have the two front windows cracked one inch. This provided me with a great opportunity to use one of my Urban A$$hole cards, but that wasn’t satisfying enough. Because I didn’t want the dog to die. So not only did I call the Troy Police Department, but I went back inside the sale and ratted the dog’s owners as well. They were, as I suspected, giant a$$holes.
After all that fun, we headed to one more estate sale that happened to be located about 50 miles away. The pictures looked good, but it turned out to just be another hoarder sale, but not the good kind. This person was a hardcore crafter, and the house was filled with scrapbooking gear and gross holiday decorations that were made in China. I still ended up spending about $40 at this sale, but Erin was a the true winner. I’ll let her tell that story, but that might end up being an entry of its own.
-Sarah
Update from Erin: I was so sad when I found out my face was all covered in dirt. I had been walking around that sale talking to people, including some teenage boys working at it! How embarassing. Talking to teenagers is the worst, let alone with dirt all over your sweaty face.
Sarah is right. The second sale was totally bad hoarder. Well, bad for us I guess. No antiques or collectibles.

This pretty much sums up the sale:

Although now that I post that, I feel like Sarah would have bought this if it was in her size.
I ended up finding a pair of wool clog slippers still in the box. If you remember, I already bought a pair of bear slippers at a sale earlier. I need slippers for all occasions though, and sometimes bear slippers are a little déclassé.
I was getting super disappointed because I couldn’t find anything else to buy, and the sale was really crowded and hot. Then I spotted something in a showcase up front. It was a little mini Detroit Tigers nodder from the 1960s. I knew from Timmy’s baseball collecting that mini nodders are generally rare, and this particular Tigers one was SUPER RARE.
I have no idea how it ended up at this sale. It was like a shiny diamond in a pile of glass shards. I was shocked.

The nodder was in seriously great shape. No cracks, chips, paint loss. The price on it was $165. I NEVER spend that much at a sale. The only time I think I’ve spent over $100 was at the “best sale ever”, and I walked out with a wagon full of items.
I called my dad and he told me that $165 is what he paid for his same version of this nodder, but that was years and years ago. He told me he thought maybe it was worth $200-$250 now.
So here’s the thing. I actually LEFT this sale without the nodder, even though the sellers offered to come down on the price. I kept telling Cindy and Sarah that it was “too risky.” We made it about 1 mile down the road before I told Sarah to turn around so I could go back.
I bought the nodder for $120. I was stressed and hyper about this. My dad and I exchanged about 3 phone calls on the drive home to discuss this purchase. I sent him photos of the condition, and we speculated if I had just got burned or not.
In the end, I got the opposite of burned. This is so far the BEST single purchase I have ever made. Literally within 30 seconds of listing this guy on ebay, he had a bid. Things just went kind of crazy after that…

$429??? Truly the best. I wish I had finds like this every week, but sometimes it’s all just bear slippers and kitten sweatshirts.
-Erin