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Roll with the punches

Yard sales don’t exist in wintry New England. During these weeks of snow and ice, we rely on internet postings. This season I even joined a local Facebook yard sale group to get me through winter.  I just read a booked entry that was like a punch in the face. 

“Pristine oak roll top desk”

“Like new”

With the reasonably low price, I was interested enough to open the internet ad. 

Additional information about the posting brought home a dose of false advertising: 

“Missing roll top”

I guess I have to accept the realities of virtual yard sales for a few more weeks. After that, I’ll Spring into action.

Yard sale humor

It was pouring early this Saturday morning in New England. Nobody likes bad weather when you finally get to the weekend. For a yard saler, it’s a huge let down.

Part of it is denial but I was hopeful it would stop.  At 6 a.m. it had time to burn off so people could still set up. The raining finally ceased after breakfast, so I headed to my Mom’s to pick her up.

We drove to the next town for the two advertised yard sales. It was a bit of a drive on the chance they’d put out their wares. After I considered it, I told my Mom that it wouldn’t matter if they were set up our not.


“If they didn’t, we can just knock on the door and ask where it all is.”

I found the humor in it but she did not.

My Dad teased me and said, “I think you’ve been to too many yard sales in your lifetime.”

Me? I just get my exercise by taking walks in other people’s yards.”

You’d think lightning would’ve struck.

Photo: $5 Polo bag

Third time wasn’t a charm

If I wanted DVD’s or belt sanders, the third stop could have been a charm. It just wasn’t worth the time to go out of our way. However, we went over one more block and our arrival proved to be very timely. I bought an hour glass for $2.


After the side detour, we went to the local flea market before driving to the next town.

It was getting hot and I needed a drink of some sort.

I started out by buying an empty bottle.  I spent $1 for one from our childhood:


We used to go to the soda factory to watch the conveyor belt. We’d also bring a case of soda home. They are a great memory and also resell at the local stores for $5 to $7. In other words, they help pay the rent.

I figured the empty mug I found would too.  The store it advertises is very popular with the kids and is on The Vineyard:


We got back to the car and I downed a ginger ale my mother had packed in her cooler.

She opened a root beer for herself and we drove away…

…The root beer opened up on me when we turned a corner.

Evidently, cars didn’t have cupholders back in the day. My mother had put it on the floor. I shook off my foot and helped navigate to the next yard sale. When we turned left again, the sofa spilled a second time.

The car was literally a root beer float, my sandals were sticky, the floor mats were carbonated and it wasn’t charming.

Second Stop

I was remiss in my last post. At that first yard sale stop I also spent $2 on my yard stick display shelves.


I put them in my antique booth to display all my Fisher Price peeps, since they didn’t all fit in the bus.

I risked another two bucks at our second stop across from the ballfields. I bought a 1959 Parker Brothers Risk game.


Sometimes vintage games sell at the shop if the right buyer comes along. If not, it’ll be a good display piece for Father’s Day.

I won’t be negligent in telling you the woman I bought it from also had a lot of nice vintage dolls from the 1940’s. She was not remiss in doing her research on them.

I didn’t get any dolls but we did go to more sales!

May End

Our yard sale route was mapped out perfectly today. We started at the Old Parish hall because every year someone there knows exactly what I want:

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  • My peeps were waiting for me…
  • …and those young’ens also knew I’d adopt their pets:
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  • I impersonated Noah and brought them aboard too.  They didn’t have bus transport though, so I bought them some “carnival” glass.
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  • The bundled lot set me back $1.75 but I accepted God’s will.
  • My adoptions may end within forty days and nights, once I come down to earth, but I will find them all new homes.
  • Needless to say, I flipped over our first stop.

Yard – Sale – Find

The change of seasons was in full bloom two weeks ago here in New England. Autumn was at its peak.

This weekend another change was in full sight at a popular local flea market. I was at my annual low.

It was the tables. They had turned.

All the dealer tables were stacked and tilted representing an end to the outdoor flea market season.

All summer this flea market was the backup picking place if there weren’t enough yard sales in the area. It’s close to home and where to go if all else fails. The lot was ready for snowfall but there had to be something to still pick in my own backyard?!

This early Saturday morning there wasn’t enough time though. We had better plans for late Saturday morning. It was Parent’s Weekend on college campus. We reunited with some other parents, had lunch with our daughter and then went for a walk around the grounds. While it was a small liberal arts Catholic campus, I didn’t expect my picking prayers to be answered here. We came upon the Yankee neon in front of the campus store – BOOK SALE TODAY!

Hell yes.

Roll out the empty boxes, let me dig for some quarters and fill ‘er up.

The even better part was that while my husband doesn’t like yard sales, he’s always up for a good Book and Bake sale. He was with me now and I had my tag team. He went on one side of the tables and I the other. He covered the classics and popular fiction and I viewed the vintage and children’s. We met up at the register and gave the college our small donation for our very large box. Fair is fair. They posted the discounted prices for the day and we paid the inflated tuition for the semester.

The venue had changed from two hours ago. We were in peak performance.

Shortly after we left the building, departing parents were in full sight. I was at a Mom low.

It was the co-eds. They were running the show.

All the event tents and chairs were folded and stacked representing an end to the outdoor family weekend.

All the girls were with still us at our backup picking place. It had been close to home and the day hadn’t failed us in any way. Now the students were ready for more weeks of study but we’d already found The Seven Pillars of Wisdom in our own backyard.

First Impressions

When I started viewing the estate sale photos earlier this week, my first impression was that it wasn’t a sale for me. While I can admire china, depression glass and collectible pottery, that’s not what I sell. It’s too much labor to package and transport. Besides, the times I’ve tried, it just ends up broken.

I looked at the photos again when other family members seemed interested in attending. I was glad I did because the added pictures also illustrated vintage books, a game room and some fun art on the wall. I decided to show up that morning with my sister.

When we got there an hour after numbers were assigned, we saw several dealers leaving empty handed. That wasn’t a good sign. We weren’t sure how to interpret it though, since it was still so early in the day. Until we stepped over the thresh hold that is. We both immediately found it to be overpriced. There was a lot of Roseville but it was priced at NYC collector prices. They were not going to resell for a profit in this area. All the other glassware and collectibles were equally overpriced.

I was ready to leave in minutes but my sister decided we should at least ‘check out the house’. She headed to the jewelry in the dining room and I went to look at the vintage books in the living room. The books were all tagged for the current market price. The only way they’d flip was if a collector happened to show up and be missing one of these volumes. I decided I was wasting my time and went to reclaim my sister. She’d given up on the jewelry and had gone outside to find out the urns on the front step were $50 each. She’ll spend money for quality but it still needed to be a fair resale price. She went into the backyard and asked about the antique pot. For $750 she had to keep walking. We decided to walk out via the garage.

That’s where we found our deals. She got some antique luggage and I got some framed art and stools. Being with the cars was a reminder that we didn’t have to pay sticker price. We bundled our items together and got what we finally considered a deal.

This auction house had made a lasting impression. We backed in the van, made them load the goods and we hadn’t broken the bank. Maybe this was the sale for me.

Two for the road

I never did let my yard sale bloggers know how my bargain hunting ended yesterday. After the estate, I didn’t have time for the yards but there was a rummage on my way home. I only had two dollars cash left but I figured, if nothing else, I could let my Mom know if it was worth her visit.

Who was I kidding? Of course I’d allow myself to find SOMETHING. I left with an L.L. Bean wool vest and two recent hard cover popular fiction novels. I was already preparing for the winter wood stove sessions in my living room. I’d managed to spend it all.

I talked to my mother last night and let her know I went to the sale she’d mentioned during the week. She had too, first thing in the morning. When I told her what I’d bought, she said she’d noticed the vest but it was a small. Did it fit me? Augh! She knows me so well…

It didn’t fit – I’ll give it to my older petite sister. I’m sure she’ll end up getting the books too. But not until I get to THE END of my bargains!