Once I arrived at what I just knew would be the mother of all estate sales, I quickly realized by the sheer number of cars and people that this would be a daunting task…I had to dodge people and cars and mud holes all the way down the dirt road for nearly a mile on foot to the front gate. I felt like I had arrived at an amusement park because of the lines and the tables and the “security” posts. I only arrived 30 minutes late and I couldn’t believe how much stuff people had at the checkout line. I heard them call out numbers like #967, etc. I was thinking holy smokes, was that how much they spent or was that what # they were serving on checkout?!? I also saw LOTS of people walking away empty handed. Where they just lookie loos? Where the prices too high? What’s the deal? I heard one lady say there was still some stuff left…uh, I hope so! This thing just started for petes sake. Lol. This is supposed to be the mother load, the honey hole, a pickers Disneyland! There better be some stuff left. Red Flag #3.
My only score – Vtg unmarked McCoy painted bean pot
They were making people wait at the gate to go in because of the limited amount of space but luckily I only had to wait a few minutes. I was getting all tingly and excited, I couldn’t wait to grab a basket and do some damage with my paltry allowance. As I entered I saw not one basket (they advertised there would be some upon entering), I didn’t even see anyone holding anything the resembled a shopping basket. One of the ladies “working” there told me they ran out about 5 people into the sale. Hmm. Ok… And let me just say, pictures do wonders for glamorizing and over inflating events, things and places. When I strolled thru the gate and realized that this little wood shack/shed was the first “town” bldg, I was already disappointed. Red Flag #4. It was more like a wood shed with a roof that someone slapped a sign on and threw some stuff in. Boo. Incidentally someone had already bought an ENTIRE building in the little “town”…contents included…so no one got to look at or buy anything from that one. Double Boo.
There were so many people inside each little bldg that you had to peer under and around them to see if you even wanted to get stuck inside to snag some loot. Everyone had to look at every little thing, which is OK, but couldn’t they look a little faster? I had treasure to find! Again I remind you that I was only 30 mins in after the gate was opened yet I couldn’t see any of the things I had swooned over in the photos…nary a one. The prices were at full retail and some beyond that, in my opinion. I was even surprised that none of the faces in the crowd looked familiar, I expected to see so many people I knew here. I did eventually run into two of my very dear friends Damon & Tara Jorde…and thank goodness because they had to help me out of this madhouse!
My assortment of overpriced advertisement items
The entire event was such a massive let down. I guess in order to get anything at all you had to be the 1st one thru the gate, which from what I heard wasn’t much better. Some poor guy arrived at 4:30AM to be the first one into the sale (gate opened at 9AM) and even he didn’t get what he wanted…apparently whatever it was ( I think an old cigar indian), was pictured on the estate sale website but no one said it was NFS (not for sale) until he arrived. So even that guy missed out. In the end, even after all the Red Flags, I spent too much on a few items that I liked rather than items I could resell for any profit, except for a fabulous vintage bean pot. Why? Because I HAD to buy something for all my trouble, after all it was my first day off in 3 damn weeks…I wanted something to show for my efforts! I got to cut in line with my awesome friends (thanks guys) and did I mention I didn’t bring any cash for my bounty – rookie move #2 – that’s a huge one (again, thanks guys)!!! Perhaps if I hadn’t felt so rushed the whole time, ushered in and out of each space so quickly so as to not get stepped on or elbowed one more time…perhaps then I could have actually enjoyed part of the experience and then I wouldn’t have buyers remorse on my overpriced stash…just sayin.
p.s. on another note, any antique dealer or reseller worth their weight in gold knows that you NEVER ever put any kind of tape or label that isn’t residue free on something that can affect the finish of a vintage or antique item…everything I purchased and everything at the sale was ticketed with blue painters tape with prices written on it. NEWSFLASH…just because this tape doesn’t pull wall paint off doesn’t mean it won’t stick to stuff like painted signs and paper. . .not a wise choice. Luckily I am cautious when removing price “tags” but even still I pulled the original surface from a few pieces…