Estate sales are an inevitable part of the hunt. I really love old things. Old people have old things. Old people are also closer to the average age of life expectancy. I have a hard time with estate sales. I only go to estate sales if one of the sisters is going, or if I happen to drive by a sign. I don’t like the feeling, in general. And it is made even worse by those estate sale crazies that will plow you over if you are in the way. It all feels like… scavenging.
When thrifting, I see stuff. At estate sales, I see somebody’s life. I am not ashamed to admit (but maybe a little embarrassed) that I have cried at more than one estate sale.
Like, when I stopped at one down the street from my grandma’s house and found this:
Notebooks packed full of recipes, some clipped and some written, from as far back as the 1950’s. A lifetime of recipes saved and no grand daughter to cherish them. I paid $3. Sometimes I morph from sad mode to rescue mode. I start grabbing all the sentimental stuff that I would want from my grammy.
Like letters. I am a sucker for letters and cards. How could I leave a letter that a woman had saved since 1938? I cried when I read her letters too.
I am working on changing my attitude about estate sales because Emily and Melissa are practically estate sale professionals and they make the experience delightful. It’s just going to take some practice and some rescuing. With that, I will leave you with this video. It is HILARIOUS and if you have made it through this post you deserve a good laugh.