Any book that has the beginning title “The Joy of…”: I won’t read.
In other interesting news, I went estate sale-ing on Friday and hit the jackpot. A 98 year old woman got moved to a nursing home, leading hordes of collectible seeking folk to her doorstep, including myself.
I walked into the bedroom, which smelled of mothballs and dust.On my right, a closet FULL of vintage clothing ranging from the 1920s-50s. Heaven! I loaded both arms up with 1930s cotton house dresses, 1920s silk day dresses and evening wear, 40s business suits, and 50s short sleeved sweaters. I couldn’t believe my luck. And most items were $5-10 dollars.
I also bought an extremely old ottoman, some old picture frames, books, kitchenware, old linens and tablecloths, and my favorite: a black coin purse that contains war time 1943 pennies not made of copper.
Estate sales are a also an excellent study of human behavior. There are the people that don’t want you in their space because they don’t want you buying things they want to buy; the people that wander right into you without looking; people that are too passive aggressive to ask you to move and stare at you instead.Anyway- interesting people at those things. They all look kind of sad, too, and talk about the woman who’s belongings we are all digging through.I don’t get sad. I look at it as recycling.