The Freaky Yard-Saling Neighbor

I hope I didn't accidentally sell my soul to the devil after those three four five glasses of wine with my neighbors last weekend. The past week of junking has been stupendous. Between the huge old basket, the robin's egg blue rocking chair, the quilts and the paint-by-numbers, I'm a little worried that, in a drunken stupor, I may have promised some sexual favors to satan in exchange for cheap antiques. It is all so blurry.

I actually bought more than the $100 worth of stuff that I photographed for this post, but my neighbors came over while I was taking pictures, and I was embarrassed to bring out the other stuff. They all think I'm a yard-saling/blogging freak, so I didn't want to make myself look any worse.

Hiding behind that aqua shelf in the lower right hand corner is this homemade navy blue wooden toolbox with a leather handle.  It has two lift-out compartments. I love the look of it, but I realized today that it smells like poop. Yeah, that's what I said. Poop. What could someone have possibly used this for that would make it smell so awful? Maybe the previous owner whittled small animals from dried feces, and kept his carving tools in this box? Who the hell knows. Anyone have any other guesses?

Here's a Louis Sherry candy tin, a set of painted Hazel Atlas jars, a round grater and an old panda planter.

I bought so much at one lady's yard sale that she threw in the pink chamber pot free of charge! She had about five of those old chamber pots. She should have busted out the Sharpies and made a sign that read, "Spend $20, get a free shitter!"

As my dog-loving and -wanting husband will attest, I am not much of a dog person. But these were too hard to resist. And so much easier to take care of than the real thing.

I bought this quilt during a lunch-time trip to the fancy-schmancy thrift store that I talked about here.  The tag said "$12.50  - As is".  I opened it up and expected to see a giant hole in the middle, or maybe a big disgusting blood stain. Nope. It is just a little worn here and there, but it is otherwise in beautiful condition.

I bought the yo-yo quilt top at a different thrift store. The woman who rang me up was maybe - oh, jeez, I'll take a wild guess - 117 years old.  She thought it was from the 1930s.

Everything in the first photo is sitting on top of this huge metal under-bed storage box. It is a little bent, but I've never seen anything like it. It has an embossed rose on the top. 

I spotted this box filled with junk at a yard sale. It originally had a big ugly lamp in it, too. The homeowner told me he would take $2 for the whole box. He looked a little annoyed when I told him that I didn't want the lamp.  'Well, it still costs two dollars!"  Whatever, sucker.

Most of the silver was made by Colonial Silver Company. It is quadruple-plated, which apparently doesn't mean that it was plated four times. But I don't understand it enough to explain it here, so I'll let Abe do the talking.

Can you see the monogram? F-S-Mac-F. Hmmm...Fergal Seamus MacFarland?

The copper pan ALONE is worth at least $25 on eBay.  It is by Philippe La France.

Alas, my neighbor spotted it while I was taking pictures, and I gave it to her. She's been thinking about buying a set of copper cookware and was shocked at how expensive they are. Who's the yard-saling freak now, byatch?!

Comments

[susan]

roflmao
ok, i am thinking that the box was stored in the chicken coop, and that is where the smell of poop enters the picture

[Jeannie]

I read this posting for the first time today since it was referenced in your latest posting, and I think my uncontrollable cackle could have been heard by dogs miles away! I've never laughed so hard reading a blog!