Mystery Ceramic Boxes…

I found these on a treasure hunt and I have no idea what they are. I was drawn to the shape, the color and then when I realized they were actually boxes…I was SOLD! They appear to be unmarked although one has a felt bottom. They are both exquisite and colorful and pretty and funky retro in all the right ways! I love them, but they will be for sale once I can identify them so if you know that are or have an idea…do tell! I love to skip to the last chapter sometimes.

Epic Estate Sale or Epic Fail? Part #2

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.

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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!

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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…

Epic Estate Sale or Epic Fail? Part #1

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Photo borrowed from www.estatesales.net

A few days ago I spied a post on FaceBook about an “EPIC Estate Sale in Valley Center – Entire Western Town! Must See!”. Apparently some gentleman built this entire “town” on his property and it would be the sale of a lifetime with over 30yrs of antiques and collectibles. I clicked on the link and immediately swooned over the oodles of goodies. Too bad I really couldn’t go. I decided I was saving money for a new display case in the store and I really DON’T need to go to this Epic event…or do I?

I started seeing more and more comments on the thread and several other people had posted it shared and made it apparent that if I didn’t go I would never forgive myself for the awesome opportunity to own a piece of this collection. So I planned and plotted and at the very last minute (6am on the the 1st day of the sale which also happened to be my first day off in 3 weeks), I finally decided that I should go. If I didn’t I would regret it for the rest of my life, because I just KNEW the treasure of a lifetime was awaiting me at this sprawling Valley Center property.

Just a quick note about Valley Center, it’s a small rural area outside of Escondido (San Diego) and there’s some pretty nice houses and properties there…like multi-million dollar homes with green green acres and horse farms, so I completely envisioned this amazing and sprawling million dollar estate with all of its glittering antiques and cool junk just waiting there for me. Cause certainly, no one else would be interested in any of that “junk”…should be easy picking for a girl like me. Right? Wrong…so very wrong. But I’ll get to that a little later.

The 1st leg of my adventure found me about 20 miles PAST my exit because I ‘thought’ I knew where I was going and incidentally that mistake got me to the property nearly 30 minutes AFTER the gate opened. NOT how I planned my entrance to this EPIC event. Not GPS’ing the adress was a total rookie move, and I should know better. Red Flag #1. And what I saw when I arrived…100’s of cars trucks trailers and people…literally HUNDREDS crammed into every nook and cranny for nearly two miles. With no one to direct traffic, there were cars lined up and down the street, the private drive and many more parked in front of the house, traffic was pretty much completely stopped right in front of the only apparent entrance. Insanity before you even got to the gate? Red Flag #2. In fact as I missed the turn I drove past a few hundred feet to make a quick (and legal) u-turn in someones driveway…that’s when I actually saw the massive line of cars going alllllll the way to the entrance of the property. I believe I let out a “holy shitaki” under my breath and quickly found a place to nestle my little car into on the main road. I could NOT miss out on this…

…check back later for the rest of the story…

Majolica mystery

I love pottery. I love majolica pottery the most.  But I truly don’t know enough about it (or any pottery) to feel like a competent appraiser of it. I just know I like it and if its got “that look” then it shall be mine. Especially for the right price.

I have accidently stumbled on some fine Bauer pieces and Roseville bowls and even a gorgeous Weller vase, but I couldn’t honestly put a value on them at this point because they’re in my home…in my case…mine all mine!

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Majolica Relief Urn Vase

This is the latest orphan baby I brought home just this week. I found her sitting on a thrift store shelf with mismatched mugs and a cheap Lladro knockoff. Its not marked, I see very faint seams on two sides and it probably isn’t anything extraordinary value wise…but she sure is pretty and I’ll have loads of fun trying to figure out what she is.

If you know, please do tell…I don’t mind if you spoil the surprise now and then.