Well, I kind of had, for a while. But there was one this weekend, and my goodness.
I went twice.
The placement of the price tag, and Devil Baby’s jaunty stance.
The juxtaposition of the vintage dolls & records with the quite recent shot glasses.
A seasonal promotional item promoting seasonal promotional items.
When Halloween costumes were truly frightening.
Oh wait, excuse me. Not a costume. A Ben Cooper Costume ‘Jama.
I don’t know if this photo is at all related to the person or persons whose possessions these were. It was that kind of sale, where you really couldn’t tell.
This presentation, with the extruded Venus de Milo torso in amongst the cake toppers. Why are the other ladies all wearing blue? Why is everyone brunette? We cannot know.
My friend found this lovely trio of titles. The third has gorgeous endpapers, too:
And of course, you never have to look far at an estate sale to find mementos mori.
Things I did not capture photographically include, but are boy howdy not limited to: bedazzled goggles, the function of which I hypothesized, and later when I found the Black Rock City t-shirt, felt confident in my hypothesis; the quite astonishing book and magazine collection which occupied the majority of the garage, the fascinating assortment of storage solutions, the array of vividly colored lingerie, the maps and pamphlets and greeting cards…oh, here, the link probably won’t be good for long, but it’s the gallery the estate sale company put up in advance. Go, marvel. It was something.