The sales the past few weeks have been just awful. October's usually one of my big buying months. This month it's been a big month to save money. I know I get pickier every year, but there's been nothing to even tempt me out to look the last few weeks.
This morning's lineup of sales looked equally bleak. However, I had a mid-morning doctor's appointment, and I would almost have had to go out of my way to avoid them.
I went to the first sale mostly because I'm fond of the couple running it, and it fit into my schedule. I found nothing at all there. The second sale was a fluke, because I had not seen any ads for it, but there were signs all over the place. It seemed less an estate sale than a sale for a business that might have closed its doors years before and at one time sold frog collectibles. The last sale, after the doctor's appointment, sounded from the ad like the best bet of the day. It was very, very odd. I could not figure out if it was a home, a restaurant, a bar, or an exercise studio ... there were elements of all of those. It seemed as if someone was still living in the house (or restaurant/bar/exercise studio). Also, nobody seemed to be in an especially good mood.
All I could find was the jack o'lantern in the first photo, and a few Christmas items - glow in the dark icicles, a single glass bead pick, a handful of tiny ornaments, and a stack of mesh Christmas stockings. The Christmas print back there is a tablecloth. Even the little spun-head matchbooks didn't really cheer me up. Three sales, and not enough to fill a grocery bag.
On a brighter note, my doctor pronounced me in fine health. (Not that I thought otherwise; it was one of those once-a-year deals and I was tempted to cancel.) I didn't ask him, but I think my internal sale picker is working just fine. It's not me. It's the sales.