Nick Nack Paddy Wack

Golly! Today was a day for nick nacks! I bought so many I was convinced I was gonna make my fortune selling ‘em. Ha. Yeah. OK. But before we get to the do-dads…..

It was a rainy day. Got up early-early. I mean I drug myself out of the bed hoping the rain would dampen the spirits of the shoppers, but not the sellers. I don’t know if that was the case or not, but here’s how the day went.

First sale. I walked up and the lady said everything had to go. She’d had a sale last week and all this was left. Don’t pay attention to the prices. “You see something, make me an offer. If it doesn’t sell today it’s going to GoodWill.” Oh, boy! When someone says that you hope that perhaps, maaay-be, she just might, if you’re lucky, give you a deal. She had some nice things. Antiques. Pretty stuff. High prices. But I took her at her word and started gathering. Making a pile. I said several times that I hoped it would be cheap. I couldn’t afford to spend much. “I’m cheap”, etc. She acted like  (pretended) it would be. I finished and she began adding. If something was $20 she said $15. I’d some back with $10 even though I’d have preferred $5. In the end I put all but these things back:

Two old paintings and some new, silver ball candle rings. No discount on the rings. Phooey. I’ll probably keep the paintings for myself and will use the rings in the shop. I know, I know. Selfish of me, isn’t it?

I left there grumbling to myself, offended, incredulous that she said one thing and did another and thinking how so many of those pretty things will end up in a thrift store if she does what she said. But she already has a history of not doing what she says, so I suspect we might see those things at a later sale.

Next sale. I’d been to it on Friday late in the day. A young lady was selling her boyfriend’s mother’s things. The boyfriend’s mother had passed away and, her words, not mine, she was a shop-a-holic. They were selling clothes for $1.00 each. Apparently, she bought what she liked regardless of size and had hundreds of pieces of clothing. I’d bought a couple of things on Friday and they said they were bringing more Saturday. So I was there bright rainy and early. Clothes? Enh. Not so much, but I found a plastic tub with what nots in it. No one had been there to go through it. I got to be first (although she said it had all been in a sale already). I pulled do-dads out for 15 minutes! I was absolutely having a ball! I’m not telling how much I paid. If you knew you’d gasp in wonder. Your mouth would fall open in astonishment. Your eyes would grow big in awe. They even threw in a tub to put them in. Here’s what my gleanings looked like piled in the tub:

And now, let’s break it down:

The Christmas things. Santa’s a nodder. There are several spaghetti pieces. Many of these had broken places on them. Awww. Guess the broken ones will come home with me.
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Toy type items. A wind up cat whose tail spins and his head sort of wags. The little, wind up boy on the trike is missing his arms and the handlebar is missing. The tall Dutch boy is also a wind up. He sorta shakes. The little doll on the right in the plastic case is a Kiddle Kologne. Perhaps the buy of the day.
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Salt and pepper shakers.
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More. The penguin is a nodder as is Lucy. The Canadian Mountie is a Toronto souvenir and is made of plastic.
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Doggie stuff. The one front and center has a good size chunk out of the bottom back.
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So on to the next sale. Turns out family is holding the estate sale. It was kinda so-so, but surprise! More nick nacks.

I think that’s a Lefton girl planter on the right. The NOEL sold for $1.00 originally. It’s hard to see the Siamese cats in the front, but they are sleek, mod and plastic. There’s a girl with her poodle and two old trolls. A furry one and a stone or resin or something with holographic eyes, done in 1974 by…. Well, I forget the name on it, but it was done and copyrighted by Donue! That’s it! Any idea who that is??

And I bought these purses at the sale with all the nick nacks. No, that’s not true. A couple of them were bought the day before at another sale. Why? Why did I buy these purses? What’s got into me? OK. Some of, no, doggoneit! They’re cool! They just don’t look it all piled up like this. I think the big one top left is a laptop bag. Lower right is shiny silver disco.

That’s it for me today. I’ll tell another time about Meth Girl selling me some costume jewelry.

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