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I am a college student, if you use the box below I earn money to spend on Amazon to buy books. 8/20/2007
My kind of store!
The day started in the 9am hour. of course I wasn't up late the night before. I actually got tons of sleep, but when a telemarketer (yes, I am on the Do Not Call list, so this must've been one of those loophole situations) called I was up. Might as well get going, right? And there were estate sales to be visited! One in a neighborhood I love, the other the estate of an antiques dealer. These would be great.
Oh no. The BD estate sale was in a great neighborhood, had great stuff, and I walk in the room and zero in on a table piled with old polaroid land cameras and equipment. This is my kind of thing, right? Only I look at the prices and gasp. They want me to pay $50 for a 210. Go look on ebay for a polaroid 210. HELL NO. I could tell it'd been in storage for a while as it had that weird scummy feeling to it. You know, kind of fuzzy and ever so slightly stinky? Right. No. They had a few movie cameras (8mm and the like) but the sticker shock I had from one ($100!)
left a sour taste in my mouth so I had to leave.
LeeAnn's sale was much more my speed. It was the antique dealer's house, and while I couldn't afford much of it (it was very nice stuff--yes, antique dealers do keep the best stuff for themselves) I did pick up a couple of books. It was crazy packed in there. I was happy for LeeAnn, bringing in big crowds. See, BD usually has the high profile sales but considering her recent turn to crappy sales with too-high prices I am on team LeeAnn.
I also found the time to stop at the triumvrate of rack shops--Ross, Marshalls, and TJ Maxx. I nearly fell to my knees in praise of the deity who smiled upon me; I found pants that actually fit! Also low top chucks and some cute slip ons. It's stuff like that that keeps me going and makes me forget the many times I've waded through polyester Bill Blass crap.
Meanwhile, Denny's getting clean. Dang time for it too, I forget how soft his fur is until he gets a good scrubbin'.
The night ends with a movie with the sister--Knocked Up. This was all we could agree on. We don't get to movies with each other much so I took it. I came home hoping for an SNL rerun. No such luck, so it was early bedtime for me and the dog.
The day started in the 9am hour. of course I wasn't up late the night before. I actually got tons of sleep, but when a telemarketer (yes, I am on the Do Not Call list, so this must've been one of those loophole situations) called I was up. Might as well get going, right? And there were estate sales to be visited! One in a neighborhood I love, the other the estate of an antiques dealer. These would be great.
Oh no. The BD estate sale was in a great neighborhood, had great stuff, and I walk in the room and zero in on a table piled with old polaroid land cameras and equipment. This is my kind of thing, right? Only I look at the prices and gasp. They want me to pay $50 for a 210. Go look on ebay for a polaroid 210. HELL NO. I could tell it'd been in storage for a while as it had that weird scummy feeling to it. You know, kind of fuzzy and ever so slightly stinky? Right. No. They had a few movie cameras (8mm and the like) but the sticker shock I had from one ($100!)
left a sour taste in my mouth so I had to leave.
LeeAnn's sale was much more my speed. It was the antique dealer's house, and while I couldn't afford much of it (it was very nice stuff--yes, antique dealers do keep the best stuff for themselves) I did pick up a couple of books. It was crazy packed in there. I was happy for LeeAnn, bringing in big crowds. See, BD usually has the high profile sales but considering her recent turn to crappy sales with too-high prices I am on team LeeAnn.
I also found the time to stop at the triumvrate of rack shops--Ross, Marshalls, and TJ Maxx. I nearly fell to my knees in praise of the deity who smiled upon me; I found pants that actually fit! Also low top chucks and some cute slip ons. It's stuff like that that keeps me going and makes me forget the many times I've waded through polyester Bill Blass crap.
Meanwhile, Denny's getting clean. Dang time for it too, I forget how soft his fur is until he gets a good scrubbin'.
The night ends with a movie with the sister--Knocked Up. This was all we could agree on. We don't get to movies with each other much so I took it. I came home hoping for an SNL rerun. No such luck, so it was early bedtime for me and the dog.
Labels: estate sales, pictures
posted by Leah at 8/20/2007 07:21:00 PM
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The sign speaks for itself!
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