Ah, not much to report this week. This past weekend was a complete bust. Hung around town, didn’t buy a thing. But last week’s stuff still remains to be reported, so here it is.
It was raining. Again. I’d gone to the Birmingham area. Again. Went to two, count ‘em, 2 estate sales. The first was in a nice neighborhood, large, very nice house and expensive GOOD antiques. Good and highly sought after in the 1980′s. Traditional blue and white, traditional prints, just not very exciting, yet it was because I still don’t see things like that often. I left with a box full of old ephemera. I took a picture, but it turned out fuzzy, so I’m not showing it. But I’ll say more than one person has been the recipient of some of these cool, vintage paper items as their surprise tuck-in when they’ve bought something from the site. It was a good box of stuff.
I also got some DAR indexes and a few other things. It was all way heavy and the trip back to the car was about half a mile. Uphill. Literally. I was already carrying 30 extra pounds of fat on my body. Add to that 30 pounds of junk, it made for a long, grueling trip to the car. Worked off half of that morning’s biscuit. Yep. Sure did.
From that sale, I went to another sale on the opposite side of town, totally opposite circumstances. Bad neighborhood, house whose floors felt spongy like the carpet was the only thing holding us up. There were millions of NASCAR and Alabama collectibles. And a lamp.
My thoughts:
Hey, that looks like Arts and Crafts era.
Wonder why it’s still here?
Maybe it’s just somebody’s homemade lamp.
But those panels are glass. Not plastic.
Why hasn’t someone bought it, yet?
And I walked off to the other room. But I kept thinking about the lamp. Why was it still there? It was after lunch, for goodness sake! If it was anything good, wouldn’t a dealer have snapped it up? The price was certainly right. So what was up? I made the decision to spring for it.
And it was wise. Turns out this lamp normally sells in the $300 range. Of course, I get mine home and see that one of the glass panels is cracked and another replaced. It’s a bit wobbly and the wood needs feeding. And it needs a new plug. But hopefully, it’ll do well in spite. I’ll put it on auction once we rewire it, tighten it and feed it.
So what else came home with me that weekend?
(Really has a nicer tone than in the picture and it still needs cleaning. Badly.)
(The purse. Not the manni or fur. The purse is felted wool. Really cute.)
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Some of those things were bought on Sunday from the Good Sale. I’d gone back for half price day because a vase was haunting me. I was gonna make my week’s fortune with that vase. It was a milk glass vase that was painted brown with a picture of a dog with a poor, dead bird in it’s mouth. I should have bought it on Saturday. I knew I should have bought it, but I didn’t like seeing the poor dead bird in the dog’s mouth. So I left it. Stoopid. But it was there on Sunday. I headed straight for it. Carried it around the whole time, gathering up other things, hunting and hunting. Then stood in line, paid, drug it all out the door (I’d also bought a huge tub full of Christmas angels), stood waiting for the golf cart that would carry us up the long driveway hill, started to drag the tub over just a bit, tilted it up and the bag the vase was in – ON THE TOP – tumped over and the vase broke into a million pieces!!! Waaaaaaa! Do you know how hard it is to find this color milk glass things? And they always sell well. It’s something to look for in your travels.
Oh ouch, that hurts! It happens though. Wish I had been able to see it in one piece.