Thanks to my recent round of steroids, Mother’s Day was the best day I’ve had in a long time. Probably since before I was pregnant, or during my round of extreme steroids while I dealt with hives realness. It was a fantastic day, straight out of a good health fantasy, because when you are chronically sick you tend to spend a chunk of your time daydreaming about being healthy. My goal for the weekend was to enjoy a few different types of dessert, as the steroids had kicked my blood sugar into high-gear and I craved sugar almost constantly. A new Paleteria (a kind of a Mexican ice cream shop featuring lots of fresh fruit) had opened up that I wanted to try, I thought pretty constantly about some macarons I’d had at a local bakery, and we have a new ice cream shop in town. We made it to two of the three locations, had a nice lunch out, and on the way back I felt still good, somehow, and I wanted to attempt some thrifting. I couldn’t decide which thrift store sounded most appealing–I wanted to try something new–so we decided to gamble on an estate sale we’d heard about. It paid off in spades.
Most of the time if I’m going to leave the house for an estate sale it’s one put on by my friend Carrie of Treasures to Find. She owned the best thrift store in town, hands down, for the better part of a year, before deciding to pack it in and stick to running estate sales exclusively. This sale was run by Betty Sue & Company, and was fan-tas-tic. Betty Sue owned an antique store for many years and now does estate sales all over the valley. I hope she comes to Turlock again because they were so nice and willing to bargain. They were kind but curious about my camera (I kind of stand out with a chunky DSLR around my neck), and I used it as an opportunity to chat them up. The owners of the estate were a couple who had lived in this house forty years and raised seven or eight kids here. The house itself, like most of its time in our area, is very small by today’s standards, and the yard is enormous. The backyard alone could have comfortably fit another house and yard. It contained several architectural elements such as a large bridge, trellises, gazebos, tons of stonework, fruiting trees, and a crazy quilt of rose patches. There was a garage, a shed, and even a little MIL house. The yard was overpopulated with stone and plastic animal statues. It was a huge yard and it still had the population density of San Francisco. One of my favorite parts about estate sales is seeing other people’s eccentricities. I already own four fondue pots, about a million books, and several dozen crocheted blankets. If I live in the same house for fifty more years, how many will I have by then?
I passed up on a ton of great stuff because originally the plan was to scoop up my favorite stuff first, and then come back the next day to get the rest at a bargain. Huge estate sales that go for two or three days are a double bargain, because on the last day of the sale they practically give stuff away to avoid having to pay to haul it away themselves. I had even made a list on my phone of all the wonderful things I was going to come back for the next day. Unfortunately my good day was followed by several days of terrible health, and there was no way I could have made my way back there even if they were giving away the whole house for free.
There were so many amazing trees in this yard. That bridge was roped off and considered “unsafe” otherwise you’d be seeing gratuitous amounts of kids-on-the-bridge photos about now.
Have I kicked myself in the ass for not getting that patchwork quilt? Maybe. Do I still cry about it at night? Definitely.
Tons of religious books are practically mandatory for an estate sale from the 70s and 80s. I find them at every estate sale I’ve ever been to.
The green chairs were pretty amazing, and that couch was pristine, but take a look at that robin’s egg blue and forest green shag rug. I haven’t seen carpet like that in a looooong time, and in person, never. This is straight out of my vintage trendy home decor books.
This particular cactus plant was about six feet tall and probably four or five feet wide. Anybody know the name? It was more like a cactus tree than most cacti I’ve seen.
Had I gone back the next day I would have loaded up on loose beads and necklaces.
I only bought one of these beauties–a turquoise one you can see in the bakery photo–but I see several here I would also love to get.
So many trunks. Was someone a magician?
No matter where I went in the yard these deer were looking at me.
Isobel: “I want the barrel of money!”
Me: “Okay, but it’s empty.”
Isobel: “Ugh. Nevermind.”
I had to get this wooden Jesus plaque as an item of Thrift Store Gore. We call it Disappointed Jesus because he looks like an office manager who is very disappointed in your performance and has some bad news about your position being terminated.
I was absolutely going to go back for a few of these squirrels.
Hopefully Betty Sue does more estate sales in my area soon!