So the other day, while I was working at the shop, the phone rang. When I answered it, I heard the words we all live to hear, "Hi, my name is Sherry and my sister and I are cleaning out our Aunt Ethel's house...." All I heard after that was "Blah, blah, furniture..blah blah...dishes, old records...blah blah...donate to Goodwill..." I tried to stay calm, but it was impossible. I unwittingly shouted out: "NO!" I took a breath and said, "I'll be there as soon as I close the shop!" Here's (some of) what I got...
Royal typewriter from the 1940's,
wood boxes, garden tools, a floral print, chartreuse lamp, 1940's aluminium cooler, a hopper and...ahem, concrete.
Orange Damask drapes, a green trunk stuffed with linens, ancient copper heater and pink floral bin,
Galvanized buckets (2 of several) Pendleton wool blanket, and a mocha brown 1950's daybed,
2 sweet canvas topped seats,
and a box full (one of 4) of kitchen goodies. My favorites are the hard boiled egg slicer and the turkey lacing pins. I shoved a large wad of cash in Sherry's hand and drove off into the night.
I would show you the rest of the stash, but A) it's all piled in a friend's garage in SE Portland and B) that would just be boasting.