Yesterday as we were driving from
Christians Football game to
Smiths football game,
I noticed a big
"estate sale today"
sign on the side of the road.
I bit my tongue for about 20 seconds
then told Dre
"we HAVE to turn around!"
Since we had 30 min.
before Smiths game started,
I felt OK about the detour.
Dre pulled me right up to the front of the house
and I dashed in..
When I saw this spaghetti poodle
on a table in the driveway
and asked how much
her response was
I got giddy...
(especially when I saw it's twin sister at an antique store for $16 a week ago)
I was really excited about
what I'd find inside.
I walked into the house and...
it was almost completely empty :(
There were cardboard boxes
scattered around the living room floor
and two of those
jazzy wheelchair things in the corner.
this did not look promising.
I decided to do
a little digging through those boxes
take a gander
at all the vintage awesomness I found...
and the piece de resistance...
this awesome vintage blow mold cookie jar!!!
After I was sure I had done a thorough digging,
I walked outside with all this loot in my arms.
There was no real check out,
so I looked for someone
who seemed like they knew what was going on.
Because nothing was priced,
I set everything down
so the lady in charge could look through it all.
When I heard her say
I was sure I had heard wrong.
Me: "for all of this, are you sure?"
I had 4 dollar bills in my wallet
so I handed them all to her,
Me: "here, it's worth at least this."
Her: "oh no, take this back" (handing me the 2 extra dollars)
but I insisted.
(oh how generous of me, like it was $100 or something!)
I totally felt like I was ripping her off!
Since the house was almost empty,
I'm guessing they had probably been there awhile,
were completely over it,
and were ready to junk it all.
So I helped them get rid of it right?
(I'm still trying to justify said rip-off)
I walked off
(felt like skipping)
with my vintage stash
for 4 DOLLARS!!!
Detours aren't always a bad thing...