This morning I woke up bright and early to attend an estate sale. I had to map out all the different places I was going to because if you read in the last blog post, I am AWFUL at using my phone to navigate. I made it to the estate sale with 15 minutes till the doors opened and I was number 61! SIXTY ONE… I never get my hopes up at estate sales though. If I find treasure, then hooray, if not, well at least I got to poke around someone’s old house and old stuff.
I was quite sure I wouldn’t find much after the SIXTY people went ahead of me…however, the estate sale Gods must have been on my side because NO ONE was looking at the clothes. Except for this one lady who had grabbed all the fur coats. Not really my thing. I wandered into the bedroom and HOLY VINTAGE SMOKES a 1920s navy blue dress was just hanging on a peg. I was thinking “HEELllloooo don’t you people know what’s that RIGHT there?!” In about 3 seconds I had skipped over to the back corner and snatched that baby up.
Did I squeal a little and do a little shoulder dance? Damn right I did. An older lady looked over at me, amused, I think. Or jealous. Or both! Haha!
Afterwards I hopped on upstairs and found a few more pretty dresses hanging on the walls. These had to be the special beauties that were cherry picked from her closet! And they weren’t pennies cheap so I knew these had to be special. I didn’t even check the condition. I just grabbed and stuck them in my cardboard box my heart racing madly.
The attic closet was around the corner and my heart sank a bit because another girl was already in there. OH BUT Hooray, she’s going for the 80s stuff! OMG She’s picking up a silk and lace 1930s blouse…please put it down…put it down. You don’t want that! You want that black and pink neon snazzy drapey thing made of polyester. She drops it back on the pile. And SNAP it’s mine! (She DOES pick up the 80s dress!)
I’m in a state of euphoria I’m humming made up songs. La la la ti dah. This was so worth waking up at 6 AM. La di dahhh this was worth missing breakfast at Sweedeedee. La la li la ti dahhhh I’m keeping all these for myself.
After I paid for my loot, I dropped it all in my trunk and went back for seconds. Not for clothes though. I needed stuff for my house! I think I bought… 5 or maybe six pressed flowers in frames. You know I’m kind of obsessed with those right? In fact when I got rung up again the cashier called me “Oh it’s the flower girl!”
As I was checking out a much older lady started picking up the things in my little cardboard box.
“Oh! This is nice! What are you going to do with this?”
“You have a lot of these.” (pressed flowers)
“I know. I love them.” (stop touching my stuff!!)
“Well it sure looks like it.”
(smiling) “Yes ma’am!”
By the way, today is my one week anniversary of moving to Portland. Are y’all sick of me telling you how much I adore Portland yet? No? Good! Because I’ll probably babble on about how awesome it is until the clouds and rain crush my spirits!
| outfit details |
Vintage 1950s silk top + skirt set | a birthday gift from my friend Cari
Vintage Hat | antique mall
Vintage Cardigan | antique mall
Sandals | Madewell