I knew something was wrong when I showed up to the estate sale and the cops were there. Sadly, this is not the first time this has happened. The first case was a shoving incident over a rare item between men. Dealers will do that in these small houses. This time it was a parking problem...and I purposely showed up late to let the crowd filter.
Two sales today caught my eye. So nice that they did not disappoint but I did have to dig and sift through a lot of dirt and dust to uncover these goodies.
This darling doll case was layered in grime at the top of a closet behind clothes.
This is the pile I brought home and quickly laundered. There was a lady ahead of me that had a beautiful pile of smaller patterns. Never the less I was pleased to have this lot.
The first estate sale was a former teacher who loved her holidays and kept everything neatly piled.
In the midst of the second sale...renamed "Police" there were piles of crap on dressers. I dug these out of the haystack. I counted 15 boxes of fabric between two rooms. Sixty percent of them were vintage feed sack. I had to control myself. Because the house was so unkempt it really stopped me from buying too much.
A little golden book that has never even been opened. The paper dolls are still intact. Hmm...I think I know someone that collects these pin baskets. This one is gorgeous.
Mercury glass picks for fifty cents...for the lot! This gorgeous piece of fabric has the feel of barkcloth.
Buttons and tin. I think I had more fun cleaning and sorting them.
Pink trash can buried in the garage now houses my magazines. I will be packing my lunch tomorrow in this oh so cute Thermos lunch box. Menu---buttons, of course.