Junk Love

On Friday and Saturday, I finally got to do a little junking. Jinxie and I were the sole posse members available for the hunt, but we went in style. Our first stop was for a sale promoted as “Fabulous Gays and Fashionistas”. #$@&!!! We were so there. But no. Tragically it rained like a mofo on Friday, and the Gay/Fashionista apparently did not want to get their designer goods ruined, so they posted a tiny little note on the door saying, essentially, like, later. On we went to what we thought was a sale run by our favorite estate sale pro, Vicki Taratoot. But as soon as we walked in, we smelled a rat. Wait. No. That wasn’t a rat. It was eau de urine. There was tons of stuff, yes, but it was all hideously, laughably over-priced. We’re talking $35 for a ’40s luncheon cloth–and not even a pristine, original label tablecloth. $95 for a skanky chenille bedspread. Huh? We looked around and realized we were at the wrong sale, so we high-tailed it outta there. In another block, we found Vicki’s sale. Big relief. Jinx bought a great maple dresser for $50, but all I scored was a set of cutie-pie cocktail napkins and a couple kitchen things. The next day, we vowed to go back to the Gay/Fashionista sale. Sadly, this was a case of ad copy being better than the actual goods. The Fashionista was a size zero, and anyway, we weren’t really in the market for badly-done bootleg Chanel and Louis Vuitton handbags for $45. On we went to a sale advertised on Craigslist as Attack of the Killer Yard-Sale. Finally, I hit paydirt. Or should I say, cat-dirt. I got some good stuff, like this lady-head vase. I’m not an expert by any means, but I think it could be Napco. Note the pearl earrings and necklace and the brush fake eyelashes.

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