With all the success we had yesterday at the estate sales, Claire and I headed out to two more again this morning. Feeling like we had this in the bag we quickly marched up to the door...and realized yesterday was obviously a rarity. Our first sale had good stuff but was way overpriced. Things were marked over antique store prices. Our second sale was a beautiful home with barely a thing in it. After a little less than an hour Claire and I retreated to the local pizza shop.
I know nothing about cookie cutters. I almost dumped them out and asked just to have the jar. This gorgeous jar is enormous and was filled to the brim with all these cookie cutters. No one wanted any part of it because it was layered in years of grease. Nothing that couldn't be scrubbed....
There are tiny ones...big ones.
Copper ones and ones with handles. I have barely looked at the shapes. It dawned on me though as I was about to dump them out. I am going to use these as package tie ons.
Stands 10 inches tall! How many vintage shiney brites can I cram in that?
Cute find of the day was the blue pottery bull dog. Worth every minute of the overpriced madness. More stationary. A matching pillow case to the others from yesterday. Love these old pots for storage. I couldn't leave Judy behind. She was a throw in. Who doesn't love Meet Me in St. Louis?
Clang, Clang, Clang went the trolley...
Ding, Ding, Ding went the bell!
A tiny touch of vintage Christmas. There were boxes and boxes of them all marked individually!
Something I have just recently found a new irritation at estate sale...boxing. I really cannot stand when they lump a group of no name junk in a box with two or three good things and slap a piece tape across the top with a hefty tag...My new tactic is to combine and make my own box. It makes for a nice conversation at the counter.
I have a weakness (among many) for these ornaments with writing on them. Yes I paid individually for them...sucker!
While I was checking email tonight a friend emailed me anther estate sale for a former sewing teacher. I have to say I am shopped out. Someone else can get in on the deals. A day of mending is in order.