Fun at estate sales
Fun indeed. Look at this ad.
Headed up to Chicago’s Wildwood community this weekend, a neighborhood I’d never been to, to see the treasures in a house that looked as if it hadn’t been updated since the late 1960s, though also as if it had been beautifully tended.
I escaped narrowly, $7 later. Bought up a stack of greeting cards and these treasures.
No, I’m not a Pisces, either.
I *was* born in 1976.
My lady friend, with whom I’m trying hard to cultivate a real friendship since she’s an absolutely smarty-pants gem, made off with a giant brooch that has a watchface in it.
There are plans to go out again, to stick out nosy noses into real estate open houses and then hit the thrifts.