I haven't been able to do much estate or garage saling in a long while.
There's a myriad of reasons: I don't feel like dragging all 4 kids along (although they're always so good and make me so proud every time--but still--it's not easy) I don't want to break up a school morning for an estate sale, I don't have the extra cash, the weekend is too busy, or I don't feel like getting up any earlier than I have to already.
Because sometimes, when I do make the effort, there really isn't much to show for it.
Of course, I'm totally happy for them.
And I'm totally happy for the chance vintage sheet find, or an old thermos or 2 when I get to go thrifting.
But don't you dream of that one sale where you just hit the jack pot?
It was great.
So many great finds.
The only thing missing was furniture--which I don't have room for anyways.
I had heart palpitations and sweaty armpits the moment I stepped into the house.
It was a book sale kind of rush.
It was listed in the Penny Saver as one of those "full house garage sale" kind of sales.
That means: estate sale goods at garage sale prices.
Sign me up, baby!
The first room I walked into was the library/office.
I squealed a little when I saw theis vintage metal globe.
Then I saw these pencils and this container of fasteners.
Original, vintage packaging.
Again, I squealed.
The nice thing about you, dear readers, is that some of you don't think I'm a complete weirdo for loving this kind of stuff.
And neither does my husband, which is so nice.
You are probably the same readers who could tell me the movie that has this line in it: "I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address."
What is it about stationary supplies, school supplies, office supplies?
Did you know my first job was at the library?
I was in 4th grade.
I shelved books.
I was in heaven.
Obviously this stuff is in my blood.
Now I have a few more things to go with these vintage office supplies, scored at the last garage sale I went to.
The garage sale gods were smiling upon me.
This is the tip of the iceberg, friends.
The tippity, tippity, tip!
Come back for more! Maybe tomorrow.