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I went to two estate sales this past weekend. Both listed various items from lifelong collectors, both were run by estate liquidating companies, both were in nicer areas of Richmond. Both had huge crowds.
The first was a 60 year collector of pretty much everything. She lived in a small two story house in the Westhampton section of Richmond. From the treasures sifted through she was a seamstress, a doll collector, a lover of the finer things of life and a lover of fancy party clothes and France. She had lots of dolls, a basement full of vintage patterns, doll magazines, lots of French books and sewing magazines. I spent $22 and came out with a couple of vintage photos, vintage sewing notions, a 1966 Vogue Pattern magazine, a couple of old books (one in German and one in French), a Paddington Bear (my little thing), beads and a tin of glorious vintage buttons.
The lady’s closets must have been packed as there was not an inch of any of the 5 rooms and the basement that was not covered with treasures. She must have went all out for Christmas as she had the most humongous area of her basement reserved for Christmas decorations!
The second estate sale was in my neck of the woods. It was right on Route 10 so the drive by traffic alone pulled the bargain seekers in. Talk about being a packrat! This person had put packrat to a whole new level! She was a singer and member of the Greater Richmond Chorus. They were selling her scrapbook filled with over 30 years of memories of the chorus. She was also a collector of everything. The house and attic were packed. There was a path that you could use to snake through the house.
The entire house was packed and there were 3 outbuildings that were packed. One of the buildings was a man cave filled with all kinds of tools and things for the guys. One of the other buildings was devoted to Christmas. Filled to the rafters with Christmas things of every shape, size and color. The third building was where I spent most of my time digging was the craft storage shed. I found lots and lots of microbeads, novelty buttons, flower trimmings, pinbacks, bits and pieces of rhinestone jewelry, old watches, broken necklaces, a vintage scrabble game, some hand knit baby booties, a vintage baby dress from the Phillipines, a sterling bangle bracelet, and lots more stuff.
The crowd at this sale was a bit more aggressive. More than once I was elbowed, shoved slightly, or bumped by a bargain hunter not willing to wait. There was hundreds of people in the house and grounds at one point with only one lady pricing and taking the money. Not very well thought out at all! While I was in the process of my items being tallied up a lady tried to butt in front of me. Shoving her $3 at the lady telling her what she bought. The lady ignored her which only made her more persistent. Finally as she was taking my money and making change, she tried again to shove her money and butt in front of the line of people patiently waiting. I was trying to put my purchases in the tote I brought when she about knocked me over. I finally told her what everyone else in line wanted to say. “Ma’am the end of the line is back there behind the gentleman in the ball cap. We have all been patiently waiting our turn and I would hope that you would, too!” Did I mention ball cap man was 10th in line??
So as I was walking to my car from the sales with my goodies in hand I realized that estate sales are the rock concerts of sales. They are loud, you get large crowds, you get sweaty, your get pushed and shoved by the crowds, and some of the concert goers are rude! Would that keep me away? Would that make me want to stay away? Not on your life. I love it, I live for it and it is what makes my heart race like nothing else!
As a concert shows that people are talented, the estate sale shows that the people have a far different talent. One for acquiring things, lots of things, and for trying to go with the most toys. For that I salute them!
I would never ride the train!
Here is the link.
an uncle raised an orphaned boy and girl.
an English butler nurtured them and fed them “untidy Samuels”.
a doll kept a young girl’s parents alive.
the doll spoke lovingly to another little girl.
the day she almost perished in a truck fire while moving.
how my big brother saved her and became my hero.
when love was a Family Affair.
Do you remember, too?
Refined in manner; well-bred and polite.
Free from vulgarity or rudeness.
Elegantly stylish: genteel manners and appearance.
Striving to convey a manner or appearance of refinement and respectability.
Marked by affected and somewhat prudish refinement.
There was a time and place that gentility reigned and people were polite. They didn’t cut in front of you in lines, they didn’t talk loudly on their cell phones, and they didn’t raise their voices in public.
I am dismayed that men no longer hold doors for ladies, that people flip each other off with abandon, they beep the horn the nanosecond you car doesn’t move when the light goes green, and they talk loudly about the most intimate parts of their lives in public on cell phones. It is maddening!
What has happened to our society? At the expense of gentility we advance? Society must get more gruff for us to make it through as a society?
People said thank you, they said excuse me, they respected one another. Women dressed to go shopping or leave the house. Men were gentlemen. Where has it all gone?
What prompted this reminiscing you ask? This lot of women’s hankies I picked up at an estate sale. It reminded me of when I was a little girl and I would put on a dress and my patent Mary Janes to go shopping with my Great Aunts. When I wore my finest dresses and bonnets to go to Church on Sunday. It seemed like the world was lovelier then.
Short and stout
Here is my handle
Here is my spout
When I get all steamed up
Hear me shout
Tip me over and pour me out.
I’m a very Zetti pot
Here’s an example of what I can do
I can turn my handle into a spout
Tip me over and pour me out.
This month’s theme for the paper doll on the Yahoo Fantastic Flat Paper Dolls group is Tea. I had found the paper teapot shaped coasters a long time back at Tuesday Morning. I knew they would be perfect for something at sometime so I bought 2 sets. They had tea quotations on them. I decided to cover it with scrapbook paper. The arms and legs are from the collage image group and the head is part of a rubber stamp that I had.
I stared at it for the longest time trying to figure out what else it might need to complete it and realized she was just fine as she was and didn’t need anything else.
What do you think?
It has been HOT here. FREAKING HOT HERE! Hot enough to fry your brain kind of heat. The kind of hot that smacks you in the face when you step out of your door.
We have had days in the high 90s for almost 2 weeks now. We finally got quite a bit of rain yesterday from the outer bands of Hurricane Bill. Other than that we have been sweltering.
I had a hard time coming up with an idea for the August birthdays for Kate’s Birthday ATC swap. It is almost the end of the month and I still had no clue. Friday night as I was hiding in the house to stay cool it hit me…SUN! I could do a sun card.
The background of the card is some light blue fabric to simulate the sky. On top of that I sewed some yellow fabric circles and used yellow ric rac to simulate the rays coming from the sun. A little yellow sculpey face completes the suns. I also added a blue owl button to the card just because. I know they are nocturnal animals, but I liked it and thought it went well with my smiling sun.
Have you been keeping cool where you are?
I am a lover of all things thrift shopping. Some of the thrift shops I patronize are in less than savory areas even scary places. I saw an ad on Craig’s List for a thrift shop that I had no idea existed, but it was closing and they were liquidating! Did you hear me LIQUIDATING!!!!!
I ventured over to it. It was off one of the scariest areas in Richmond, but I thought I would do a ride by and if it looked too bad I would keep going. It was not too bad so I stopped and went in.
It was packed with loveliness and the owner told me how it started that they had another business there and closed it and since they were paying the lease anyway decided to bring some of the stuff she wanted to get rid of. She had a lot of great stuff in there. (If you are in Richmond send me an e-mail and I will tell you where it is. She indicated that next weekend is her last in business there.)
As I was poking around the place I saw a hat box closed and tied shut on the top of a shelf. I am tall and had to tip toe to reach it. I could see it was from a great store in Richmond, La Vouge and it was too heavy for just the hat box. I opened it up and saw the top of this exquisite hat looking back at me. My time shopping the thrifts has told me to always check for the tags. It is worth more with the tags and often others take them out of the garments and hats.
But when I looked for the tag, look what was looking back at me…
Yes, it is THE Christian Dior. Of France, of couture, of way too expensive for me to even think about. Way. Too. Expensive. I quietly put it back in the box and tried to contain my excitement as I carried it to the front to pay for it and RUN! The owner said “Oh, you are buying the hat box.” I not wanting to be too bad said “No, there is a hat in there, too.” She opened the box as my mind willed her to not pick it up or turn it over. She then replied “Oh that is an old hat! There is no price marked on it. I know nothing about hats at all.” I replied, “me either.”
I bought 3 other very small things and she said, “Just give me $10 for all of it!” I about jumped out of my skin with delight, but played it cool while I was in there. I gave her my $10 and hit the door before she changed her mind. I then skipped singing to my car!
When I got home I took it out to check it out more carefully. Inside the hat box I found a receipt from 1950 with the name of the woman who purchased it and her address also. What did a Christian Dior hat cost in 1950 brand new you ask? $22.50! She charged the hat to her La Vogue account. Today vintage Dior goes for a mint!
The hat is in brand new condition and was well cared for. It was stuffed with tissue to keep its shape. It doesn’t look like it has even been worn. It is black velvet with a satin brim. It also has a velvet ribbon tied in a bow for a bit of an accent. It is exquisite.
Yes, there are diamonds at the thrift stores. Sometimes you have to go to scary places and dig for them!