Dig This Treasure!

Sarah messaged this morning to alert me to a secret message hidden in a sale listing for today.  

“COME DIG FOR A TREASURE”….alright Edmund Frank & Associates LLC, we’re onto you.  You want to lure us to your sale?  We’ll bite this time, as it appears that you have an assortment of desirable items that I assume will all be reasonably priced.

Here is the exchange Sarah and I had after I looked at the secret message:

Wish us luck today on our sales!  And if you don’t know who BTK is, then read this truly terrifying Wikipedia article.

-Erin

This is a surprise post for Sarah.  After our sales last week, I stayed at Sarah’s house and watched her dogs while she went to Canada for a Sloan concert.  Here are her beagles eating some bones:

The cute one’s name is Betsy and I don’t remember what the second one’s name is.  Anyway, while I was there, I decided to pretend I was at an estate sale.  (Sarah’s house is decorated pretty much completely with estate sale finds.)  Here are some photos of treasures that I would buy should this have been a real estate sale and not my friend’s empty house:

First up is this little hedgehog.  He is made of some sort of real animal fur.  He is also the cutest thing ever.  I thought about stealing him, but I am generally a super good person and decided against it.

This is some sort of amazing old printing press thing.  You arrange the letters on it, ink, and then print away.  It is so cool looking.  I am obviously really jealous of this piece.

This old box is just my style.  Rustic and primitive, I can just picture this guy hanging out on my fireplace instead of Sarah’s.

Last up are these things I will call “roundies.”  I’m not sure what they are or what they do, but they are round and they are cute.  They appear to be Japanese.  Whatever they are, I want them.

-Erin

Update from Sarah: I just found this in our post queue and it made me LOL. I would like to straighten out some factual inaccuracies, though.

First, Erin made us pay her $10/hr. to watch our dogs, which is still a good rate, but she made it sound like she was being charitable. Second, she loves pretending like she hates my 13-year-old beagle, Max just because he ate her Panera off our coffee table four years ago. Who is dumb enough to leave Panera out in front of a hungry beagle? Third, our home is NOT decorated of mostly estate sale finds, because Adam would never allow it. And also, some things would be sort of gross to have used. For example, someone’s old couch would be gross. You never know who bumped uglies on there.

Erin found some great things to “purchase” from my home–some of my favorites, actually, and Adam’s too (except for the hedgehog). The hedgehog was actually purchased at a Cash and Cari sale last summer (you were with me, Erin.) The printing press tray & blocks are something Adam found at my favorite sale. I think we found that wooden box there as well. The “roundies” are these wood carvings that Adam brought me back from Japan. So not old at all or from an estate sale, but still adorable.

In summary, good selections–I approve!  

When I expressed interest in buying this liquor cabinet, the look on Sarah’s face was priceless. So it’s a little gaudy, but that is why it is the best liquor cabinet of all time.

The price tag on this puppy was $200 which is crazy because no one could tell if it was even an antique. For all we knew, it was purchased at Pier One like last week. That said, I loved it and wanted it. I eventually haggled down to $150.

The inside of the case has carved slots for bottles. Luckily, this estate sale was selling some various alcohol products from the 60s and 70s. The Chartreuse has some stuff floating in the bottom of it, so I think it might be undrinkable. Zach and I did crack open some port wine from the 60s (marked on the bottle as already aged 30 years) at his recent 30th birthday party. It tasted like the 1930s, which means, delicious.

-Erin

Update from Sarah: Erin failed to mention that this was one of the houses that, if I had a time travelling machine (again, I hate time travel, so this is saying a lot), I would go back and photographically document its contents–it was decorated as if Liberace himself lived there. No joke. Also, this person LOVED opera, and so does Zach, so I refused to let Erin put the liquor cabinet in my car, because I wanted to make her go back the next day so that Zach had a chance to check out the goods. I think they ended up going back and Zach nearly had a panic attack because the house was so overcrowded with opera-and-gaud-loving vultures. Also noteworthy–at this sale, I picked up four small oxidized metal statues of cats playing musical instruments (those could double as a Thing that Freaks Your Husband Out) and a copy of In Defense of Food. Apparently, Liberace is health conscious.