What I don't love is knowing estate sales seldom occur under happy circumstances. They usually happen when someone dies or moves into a nursing home. I went to one that took place after a bitter divorce where the couple just walked away from everything – family portraits in the frames, popcorn in the popper, rows of sexy nightgowns in the closet.
Thoughts like these can temper my enthusiasm for getting a great deal on a set of avocado green mixing bowls. As I walked around the strange home Saturday afternoon, I couldn't stop wondering about it. Who died? Did he have a happy life? Would his wife think the price was fair on their unopened box of enema bags?
Then I wandered out to the garage. The clouds parted, the birds sang, and I saw my very favorite thing in the world – garage porn.
In case you missed my previous installment on this subject, go here to see what I found in my own garage.
But here's a glimpse at what was in theirs:
|The only thing worse than small rubbers is unclean ones.|
|If you're going to have a power stripper in your garage, make sure you get the super hot one. Even better if you can score the accessories.|
|Sheet screws? As opposed to the ones atop the quilt?|
|I honestly have no idea what this means.|
|The rubbers were small, but the knobs are large. This seems unfair.|
If it's the latter, I suggest you visit the garage. Seriously.