Before we get to this weekend's junk, I need to briefly explain that for the past two months, our lives have sort of resembled the plot of a bad soap opera. Do any of you remember "The Edge of Night"? I grew up watching "The Edge of Night." Lately that is what my life feels like, and Mr. Oodles and I are playing the roles of Mike and Nancy Karr. They were the stable, rather boring couple who were surrounded by crazy people. Nancy spent a lot of time pouring cups of coffee and dispensing wisdom. Mike, being a respected attorney, often invited people to his office and offered sound legal advice.
Mike and Nancy never looked like they were having a whole lot of fun. In fact, I clearly remember the episode when Nancy said, "I'm sorry you got yourself into this situation, but maybe next time you'll know better, and instead of coddling you for the next five episodes, I'm going to ask you to leave, because I'm going to an estate sale that sounds rather interesting."
Or maybe I'm the one who said that Saturday. I can't remember. Anyway, I made a sort of last-minute decision to go to a nearby sale, which landed me the unenviable #45 spot on the list. But it turned out not to matter, because the sale was at a rambling old farmhouse, and the first 50 people got in. And got in rather quickly, and I was able to snatch a cute metal hamper and a couple of tomato pincushions right off the bat.
These were no ordinary tomato pincushions, however, because they each had a tape measure built in. Pretty snazzy. While I was at it, I grabbed an almost ubiquitous folding yardstick and what I thought was an old cloth tape measure.
Ah, but in a shocking turn of events, it turned out to be no ordinary tape measure at all! It is a COW tape measure. Simply by measuring the cow's girth with this amazing device, the farmer can calculate with some degree of accuracy the weight of the cow!
I think it's pretty clear with this acquisition that I am indeed destined to own livestock.
Before we discuss this object, I have a question: Do you ever go to a sale or an auction and find one absolutely great thing and then just relax? Because you know that whatever else happens, you've completely succeeded at this sale?
Because that's exactly how I felt when I snatched up this nursery set. Never used, in its original packaging.
I found one of these last year, not in its original packaging, and I would be embarrassed to tell you what someone was willing to pay for it. So when I found this one, I was at peace. No matter what else happened - no matter what crazy person was waiting on my doorstep when I got home, even if it was my evil twin - I would be OK. Because I had scored a mint-condition Sanitoy nursery set in pink.
I was so at peace that I took a leisurely second turn through the house and found a Gurleypalooza. With two early Gurley bunny candles that I've never seen, and big pilgrims still in their original cellophane.
Time for aprons:
Close to home: one apron.
No negative repercussions for signing up so late: another apron.
Fun stuff at change-back-from-a-$20-bill prices: apron! (Also bought three great pantry jars, currently being washed, and a beautiful length of seersucker floral-and-polka dot fabric, also being washed.)
Bovine accessory! Normally aprons are not awarded for a single low-value find, but how many cow tape measures can a girl expect to find in a lifetime?
Four aprons. Not bad. Especially since my evil twin was not sitting on my doorstep waiting for me when I arrived home.