By happy coincidence, I was thumbing through our pretty boring local weekly newspaper late last night when I happened across an ad for an estate sale. A Thursday estate sale! Just 15 minutes away! With stuff that sounded good! And the fact that the first estate sale of the season coincided with the first day of baseball season could only mean that it would be terrific! Can you tell it's been a long winter without estate sales because I'm using lots of exclamation points?!?!?
Well, it was a great sale. Some of what I found: Christmas ornaments, stacks of pretty crochet, a cute flowered hat, a wooden trug (it's a little cut off in the back), a bread box and one of the best things I've ever found at a sale.
Since it's the first day of the sale season for me, I'd like to introduce a new feature this year: the sale rating system. Various points will be awarded in various categories, and deductions also will be made, and at the end of the post, we'll tally up the points and decide whether I'll continue to go to sales or not. It sounds confusing, but it won't be, because I'm using a simple graphic system, in much the same way that movie reviews have stars.
Except I'll be using aprons. No particular reason, except they're cute, and I find them a lot.
Anyway, this sale earns an apron for Drama that Did Not Involve Me, and In Fact Worked to My Advantage.
This was one of those sales where you go, sign up and stay there until the person running the sale hands out the numbers, and then you can leave. Well, the #1 and #2 people on the list left, and the people right behind them on the list complained, and #1 and #2 lost their places. (Which is as it should be. They knew better and the rules were clear.) They were really, really unhappy. It would have been slightly ugly and uncomfortable except I wasn't involved. Also, I moved from #15 to #13.
I could see through the windows in the garage door that there was a lot of Christmas stuff in the corner, but there were 12 people ahead of me and I figured I wouldn't get it. Minus one apron for pre-sale anxiety.
I bought so much stuff in the garage I had to scurry down to my car and put my finds in the trunk before the house opened. I had just a minute, so I opened up that dollar box.
That's a total of 8 aprons, minus one for pre-sale anxiety, which means:
A seven-apron sale. I'm going to more sales!