Ted and I usually go out on Saturday and browse thrift shops,yard sales and bargain stores. That's our routine. Usually, we don't find too much stuff - but, sometimes do.
Recently, we decided to add a new kind of shopping to our routines. We started looking at estate sales. The true definition of an estate sale is to sale things belonging to a deceased person, or possibly a person who has had to leave their home for a nursing home or assisted living center, and the proceeds go to the deceased's estate or to support them in their new environment - or whomever they decide to leave their proceeds to. I went with Ted's mom to a few back in Grand Junction and thought they were much better than yard sales. Yard sales tend to be one person selling their junk to people looking for more junk. Don't get me wrong. Some yard sales have some great stuff - alot, not so much. Honestly, I rarely buy anything, because I have enough stuff - I just like to go through and take a small look into people's souls and see what makes them tick.
Ted and I have gone to a couple of estate sales this last couple of weeks. We usually get there kind of late and not too much stuff is left. A true estate sale, you go into the person's home, you go room to room looking at the items being sold and there is a representative there to take your dollars for whatever it is you want to purchase. Estate sales tend to be a tad bit more expensive than yard sales. Not sure why. But at the one I went to yesterday, I was a bit astonished at what they wanted for a dining table.
Yesterday, as I wandered this house and looked at things that were there, I wondered about the person who had lived there. Some of the stuff looked like they had just walked away yesterday and someone came in today to sell their stuff. There was this little rack next to the sink with a dish rag and gloves hanging from it, like the resident had just finished doing some dishes when they left. There was a little wall hanging on the wall, hand embroidered, about being happy to be her husband's wife. It actually kind of choked me up.
I started to feel a little unsettled. I felt a bit like a trespasser. I told Ted that I was feeling a bit like a graverobber, picking at the body of the dead.
I know that these are a necessity and I will continue to go. Hopefully I'll get over this unsettled feeling. It was a titch unnerving.
Recently, we decided to add a new kind of shopping to our routines. We started looking at estate sales. The true definition of an estate sale is to sale things belonging to a deceased person, or possibly a person who has had to leave their home for a nursing home or assisted living center, and the proceeds go to the deceased's estate or to support them in their new environment - or whomever they decide to leave their proceeds to. I went with Ted's mom to a few back in Grand Junction and thought they were much better than yard sales. Yard sales tend to be one person selling their junk to people looking for more junk. Don't get me wrong. Some yard sales have some great stuff - alot, not so much. Honestly, I rarely buy anything, because I have enough stuff - I just like to go through and take a small look into people's souls and see what makes them tick.
Ted and I have gone to a couple of estate sales this last couple of weeks. We usually get there kind of late and not too much stuff is left. A true estate sale, you go into the person's home, you go room to room looking at the items being sold and there is a representative there to take your dollars for whatever it is you want to purchase. Estate sales tend to be a tad bit more expensive than yard sales. Not sure why. But at the one I went to yesterday, I was a bit astonished at what they wanted for a dining table.
Yesterday, as I wandered this house and looked at things that were there, I wondered about the person who had lived there. Some of the stuff looked like they had just walked away yesterday and someone came in today to sell their stuff. There was this little rack next to the sink with a dish rag and gloves hanging from it, like the resident had just finished doing some dishes when they left. There was a little wall hanging on the wall, hand embroidered, about being happy to be her husband's wife. It actually kind of choked me up.
I started to feel a little unsettled. I felt a bit like a trespasser. I told Ted that I was feeling a bit like a graverobber, picking at the body of the dead.
I know that these are a necessity and I will continue to go. Hopefully I'll get over this unsettled feeling. It was a titch unnerving.
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