Yaaaaaawn. I'm pooped. And totally off of my A-game today.
I met Rae
at a neighborhood estate sale bright and early at 6:30 this morning. The ad for the sale promised lots and lots of vintage Halloween items (which are very hard to come by these days) and tons of old Christmas items too. I could hardly sleep last night for thinking of the spoils to be had. We figured by getting there an hour and a half early, we'd be sitting pretty on the front steps, first in line. Would you believe that when we got there, there were about twelve people in front of us?
When the doors opened, I'd say that pretty much all of those people went running towards the teeny-tiny holiday room and before we could even get in there, it was mostly swept clean. There was such a huddle over the Halloween items that I never even saw a single one of them. And some lady just had
to hit me in the face with a tabletop aluminum Christmas tree. And she didn't even apologize - not even after I said to her, "Thanks for hitting me with your Christmas tree!" It was mayhem mixed with madness. No matter what's up for sale, I will never in a million years get used to the snatch and grab mentality that some people get all up into.
In the end, I got several items including this super duper triumphant looking snowman:
And this purse.
I think that it's actually a knitting bag but with all of the Almond Joys, Sonic receipts and camera equipment that I lug around, it will be just the right size (and that hockey mask that I'm going to start wearing to the sales).
Some more birthday cake accoutrements for my collection.
I like the ones named "Little Miss Betsy Ross" and that little plastic cake that holds candles.
I also bought some small appliances.
I've wanted one of those wall-mount hand mixer systems for quite some time. There is a little door on the right that opens up to reveal the beaters and the cord. I was so excited to see it hanging there on the kitchen wall for sale! Unfortunately, I didn't realize until I got home that the mixer will not come out of it's housing for anything. I've followed the directions and it just won't budge. Sadness. Not even that toaster with it's "Toaster Pastries" setting could make me happy after the mixer fiasco. Earlier, I found myself standing in the kitchen, wrestling the mixer and moaning, "You're dead to me, mixer!" Like I said, I'm off of my A-game today. I should have used that seven bucks for anti-anxiety pills instead.
But what did make me a little happier was finding the Minnie Pearl Cooks cookbook for a buck.
And it's signed! Whee doggies!
Here she is mugging it up for the camera.
Minnie in her hat reminds me of these note cards that I found at the epic sale last weekend:
I got to met Rae's good friends Crystal and Marc who were very cool (and I loved watching the older ladies behind us get all nervous when they started reading Tarot cards to see if Rae would get her Halloween items). By the way, the Tarot cards lied! I also met one of my nice Ranch Dressing friends, Lauren
for the first time while in line to pay and made a complete and utter fool of myself. Lauren, I hope that you won't judge me solely on my getting-up-early-and-then-getting-smacked-in-the-face-with-a-Christmas-tree persona!
I really need to pull myself together before rumors get started.
I think I'll tack the manic combination of Liberace and Minnie Pearl on at the end here.
Goodness me. I love them both but that was about the craziest something-or-the-other that I've ever seen!
Until next time,
x's and o's,