Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The Nightmare Before Christmas


The estate sale this past weekend was a nightmare. A Christmas decoration nightmare. The little house in Ashland, MA was home to a elderly couple and a hoard of holiday decorations.
I guess this women was the type of person to go shopping the day after Christmas to get the deep discounts and stock up on next years supply. Wreaths seemed to be her thing. 


The wreaths were in various stages of completion. Most of the wreaths and wreath adornments were Christmas themed. There was an endless supply of mini pine cones, fake golden poinsettia, and spray snow. There wasn't really anything there that I had my eye on, but then I looked down....

My find of the week - A 9 foot braided rug, circular!


I remember when I had my own Christmas nightmare. Oddly enough it was the day before Easter and my twin sister, my cousin and I were at the mall.  This was the one time that my sister and cousin ganged up on me and I clearly remember them laughing at me for being so naive. They had told me that the Easter bunny wasn't real. I wailed through the parking lot and was heartbroken. I climbed into my mom's minivan with tears streaking my cheeks and burst out crying, "does that mean that Santa Claus isn't real either?!" Good Twin has a mean streak around Christmas she's always trying to ruin the surprise. Bad Twin's heart is warmed by the holiday spirit, or that could just be the Jameson, and gets a little sappy.







No better way to enjoy sap of the holidays than to go see a holiday show. Lucky me I went to two this week. The Slutcracker AND the Butcracker. NO relation. The Slutcracker was beautiful rather raunchy, tear jerking rather than a jerk off, and extra (butt) cheeky. Oliver Tryst, the nutcracker, did an electrifying pole dance.  I say get your ass to see these sluts! I'm going to make this one of my holiday traditions.

Only shows left are Christmas Eve and New Years Eve. 

At the Midway Cafe I saw the Buttcracker. 
What a show! 

This is Katya. She had her Krispy Kream and ate them too. 
I died laughing at her "Krispy Kream" donuts bag. 
See her at Jacques World Famous Cabaret
lip syncing to "I Will Survive" IN RUSSIAN! 

I love the holidays, especially when it's like 55 degrees out, there's lots of parties and over the top outfits to go along. 

I can't wait to show you the AMAZING dress I just bought for New Years!

Until then 
HAPPY HOLIDAYS
I hope you feel the spirit, 
maybe even get goosed! 

X O X O X
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011

It's a DIGGER!

I love learning the ins and outs of the Estate Sale world. 

This weekend I was in Canton, MA. The homestead of a WWII Fighter Pilot and his extremely crafty wife. 

I spent the morning digging through the closets. The house has already been combed over by my co-workers but there's always something amazing hiding in plain sight. I found a Boy Scouts of America poncho and The Boston Globe and Herald newspaper articles from a day in 1978, the day after The Blizzard of 1978. COOL


The men's clothes were quite small but one women went home with a collection of vintage Pendleton plaid shirts! 

I spent the morning upstairs wishing I was downstairs in the craft room.  


What a craft room it was! This women sewed, painted, knitted, weaved, and did needlework. She handmade a collection of outdoor flags! Her stash was intense and I was envious. Boy did I want this Serger. It was calling to me. I decided that one would find me when I was ready to use it. I'm still an amateur seamstress (and a professional hoarder). So I left it behind.



Since I decided not to bring home the machinery I had to reward myself with something. I began to dig through some bins of fabric. The deeper I got into the bins the better the stuff. Yards of vintage Waverly, some bold turquoise canvas, blue wide whale corduroy, and a striped denim fabric caught my fancy.





My co-worker came down to the craft room while I was digging and surprised me with this...YES!!

I found a few interesting patterns that I had to bring home...




 Make a shirt for you and your man and then make a tent to match! Hilarious! Thought I'd use some of my new turquoise canvas to realize on of those tote bags! Love these men's shirt patterns, especially the boat neck!



My favorite find of the week I discovered folded between some fabric. It was an incomplete project. A doll, no two dolls, no no three dolls. The style of rag doll was a pattern printed on a sheet of fabric; you cut out the pieces and assemble it.  The women had cut out the pieces and begun to sew the dolls. Miraculously she had kept the scraps of fabric with the band name otherwise I may have overlooked their importance. It was a name I recognized. A name anyone would recognize. Marimekko! 


I felt like I found gold! 
What I learned this week was twofold. You dig and you might possibly find something worthwhile. More importantly if you craft; finish the project before you start another one!

My sack of goodies will turn out many projects but first on my list is tackling these Marimekko dolls.


 Until next week! 


X O X O
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Friday, December 9, 2011

My three jobs!

In this economy you got to be a multitasker to survive! 

My three jobs: senior care manager, estate sale company employee, and Etsyian blend seamlessly. 


I've learned a lot taking care of the elderly. I learned to listen carefully, talk slowly, follow directions impeccably and how to flip an egg without breaking the yolk. My objective is to help to keep these folks in their home for as long as possible. I often see piles (and piles) of papers or boxes of their mother's china in the middle of the living space rendering the home inefficient or even inoperable. Organizing has become one of my primary tasks. My first step is to build a relationship of trust. One client had a bad habit of stashing anything and everything into what she called, "Black Beard's Chamber." She hired me to clean this room but we spent the first few days chatting, collecting boxes, and having tea. Once I was inside we worked together carefully separating the hoard. Organizing this women's collection took commitment and special attention. We worked in that room for a week straight. Each item had a story and nothing was discarded. It's a slow process but that's what I call job security!


A bracelet that I got at an Estate sale. I'm starting to rock the grandma jewelry, the ladies are rubbing off on me!


I'd rather help a senior process their personal effects before they pass but that is, most likely, not the case. The truth is that the surviving family members can't handle such a large task so an estate sale company is hired, items are donated or somethings end up in the trash. An estate sale company organizes the items, lugs them out of the attic and basement and hosts a sale. My first experience at an estate sale was odd because I really felt like I was digging through some dead persons things. I normally buy from thrift stores and flea markets where the items have lost that connection to their previous owners. I was quickly desensitized when I stumbled upon treasure after treasure. I felt like the early bird getting the worm: whatever's leftover from the estate sale ends up at the Good Will. The next estate sale I went to I asked for a job. My DREAM JOB. Each week I root and sort a life long collection of items. Some of which end up in my Etsy shop.


Now that I've given the background I hope to every week share with you what I got at the estate sale. If you live in the Boston area, look for me at Above and Beyond's sales. You can find an estate sale in your area by using Estatesales.net. 

This past weekend there were two sales. 

Wellesley. A real nice neighborhood. The house was a maze. They had a collection of vintage trains (still in the box), signed hockey sticks, and vintage toys...

My favorite thing I unearthed  - A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle bed sheet. Sold! for 3 bucks!!

What I brought home...






Two for you (Both skirts above will be available at Humpastuff Vintage ASAP).
 One for me. This cute striped blouse is mine! 



The second sale was in Medfield. It was the home of a firefighter. His father was also a firefighter. The home was donated to the fire department, they planned to use the home for a smoke training exercise, and after that the home would be raised and a new home built on the lot. 

By the end of the sale on Sunday I had out my screw driver and was taking these awesome metal eagle light switch plates off the walls. Love it or leave it! 


Vintage utensils, my new light switch plates, an antique hitching post and the generator. There was no electricity so we had that thing buzzing all day.  

Tomorrow a new sale begins. 
183 Indian Lane, Canton, MA 02021.


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