Treasures

Since I am a treasure hunting fiend, it only makes sense that I would beg to stop at every hole in the wall junk store that we passed by from California to the east coast. And after day 5 of flying by Goodwills, antique stores and roadside flea markets I finally got my chance.

As you can imagine, driving an 80 ft semi and trailer is no easy peasy pull in and park job. But we were leaving our last delivery and what to my wondering eyes should appear?!? A Goodwill. A little teeny place in a podunk town in Virginia. I was so excited to finally get my shop on. So Danny crammed that big ass rig in their tiny little lot as best he could and we ran in on a 5 minute timer! However, as I quickly discovered, not many treasures lurk here like in the big city. All of those awesome finds would be at the antique stores. With very large price tags attached.

Thrifting here is slightly different than thrifting at home. I have managed to scrounge up a few cool items between the antique & thrift stores, estate sales, yard sales and consignment shops. Problem now is letting them go. I want to keep em all! This is my 1st haul of treasures, some are available for sale now in my Etsy store –> www.etsy.com/shop/alomasantiques

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 #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.