tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80468432024-03-06T22:22:14.429-08:00Yard Sale AddictUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1202125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-38750465641470371572010-05-23T13:12:00.001-07:002010-05-23T13:27:24.663-07:00Closing Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXRJNWNfOTKQXEZgPkrj_M-Bw9IIfreUsgQXRVLcgNoYtAb-_6mvoDL5rf0Esfe59nFdnZvV9toGKeOsrf2S8V0FItAFI59TcNk9k8-CR-FzO5wTVWpbkT9RdYbC1P3Vq9ONm9A/s1600/embrace+b.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXRJNWNfOTKQXEZgPkrj_M-Bw9IIfreUsgQXRVLcgNoYtAb-_6mvoDL5rf0Esfe59nFdnZvV9toGKeOsrf2S8V0FItAFI59TcNk9k8-CR-FzO5wTVWpbkT9RdYbC1P3Vq9ONm9A/s320/embrace+b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474562833231448290" /></a><br /><br /><br /> When I began this site in 2004 I had no idea where it would go and how it would be received. I began out of a desire to create. I wanted to write on a regular basis and I wanted to justify my weekly compulsive visits to yard sales. A few months after I began this project simply as a creative writing exercise I began adding photographs. I then started getting feedback and some press for my efforts. Soon my work in this genre helped boost my career as a visual artist. Perhaps my highpoint came early with an exhibition at an established local gallery where I staged a yard sale as a conceptual interactive installation. I remarked after the opening of this well received event, by quoting a line from the film Ed Wood in reference to Plan Nine from Outer Space “This is the one they will remember me for”. <br />Five years and several other exhibitions later I continue my work. But as each year passed year I wondered where this would go and when it would end. Last year after watching “Julie and Julia” I pondered the turnabout of one woman’s life by starting a blog that led to some notoriety, a book deal, a feature film and finally a change in life as she went on to start a career as an author. I had hoped something like this might happen to me. My intentions was to get a publishing contract for my work. I was told by several literary agents last summer that this was not a good time for publisher and they did not know how to pitch a book on yard sales. I also looked at the success of other sites that have arisen in the past five years giving financial success to their creators. The site featuring the horrid pictures of ugly ill-dressed people at WalMart caught my attention. It appeared if I wanted financial success it I was doing the wrong thing. But I have had success in other ways. I didn’t make any real money from my efforts. I didn’t become famous but perhaps I did become noted. But most of all this may have saved me and kept me busy, it gave me something to focus upon and something creative to do. Each Saturday morning became an adventure not knowing what wonderful things I might document in the yards of clutter. It kept me writing and it kept me taking photographs. My continued efforts established me as an artist. It opened some doors and led my life into a better direction. But all things must end. I’ve known this for some time. My writing was getting stale I was doing fewer and fewer entries. The satisfaction level of what I was creating was declining. A good artist knows when to end a series. Maybe I’ve seen it all maybe there are no more stories for I have to tell. But the other factor is that after five years I want to move on. I do not want to be remembered as the old guy who takes pictures at yard sales. I want this to be a line of my obituary not the entirety of it. <br />Yesterday while at an estate sale near my home I wondered about the basement of and found a box that must have had three dozen or more pliers in it. I’ve often wondered how does this happen? Accumulation sneaks up on us as we proceed through life. We must remain aware and focused on change and be ready to leave things behind. I don’t want this site with its multitude of words and images to be like that box of pliers. I want to move on.<br /><br />Will it all end? Not really, I plan to continue some other web presence in some form and on some topic I have not decided upon at this time. I have considered a site about yard sales where the readers furnish the most of photographs and the text. I will be continuing to have a presence on Facebook which seems to be the last refuge of a lazy creative types. There I may not have full freedom and control but will have access to a large following. Currently I have two groups open to all users “Yard Sale Addict” where I plan to continue posting a photo every week and “Sign of the Week” where I and anyone else who desires may posts images of interesting signs. You can also befriend me on Facebook and follow what ever I’m up to. You can also gift people with images on "Yard Sale Junk" made from my photographs.<br />I will continue to seek to exhibit some of the thousands of photographs created for this series. This week one of them is included in a noted juried show in Decatur. Perhaps if I give an artist talk I can say that I used to publish a web site about what people were getting rid of in their lives. <br />Divestment can often be a blessing if done at the right time. This is the right time for me and Yard Sale Addict.<br /><br />I would like to thank all the writers that have written about this site, all the galleries who have showcased my work from this series and all the friends I have made through this endeavor and especially everyone who has had a yard sale, garage sale or estate sale that I have visited and documented over the last five years. Pleas visit all the related links on this site but most of all get out and go to yard sales. <br /><br /><br />Tom Zarrilli<br />May 22, 2010Unknownnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-46698456009537892512010-04-01T17:59:00.001-07:002010-04-01T18:26:47.314-07:003/27/10 What happened to the good yard sales?The winter cold has spread into spring. Thru February and into this month I have waited for the full yard sale season to bloom. I have waiting for multitude of signs to begin appearing on utility poles at intersections but the cold or the rain seem to hinder this. This morning I wander out with Cindy saying that her commentary will add to my observations and that maybe I can find something new to wear. But Cindy simply makes an observation about what she's been seeing lately ”It’s just the same junk from China you see everywhere what happened to the good stuff?” Maybe the years I’ve spent observing the debris of American civilization are reaching their nadir. Maybe the weather just needs to get a little bit warmer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKyg7HSdWfCZNnFAcyeNZfDYMsfBXZCn-shedTTIZenGqsbjxhIc9NZ7R9_Wfylf_6WAYp8QwCpTrfc6r_NN9j0QaugPziM6q5t2BBYBpGdbhRvez01ivDFqjW94npP8QmxYKW5g/s1600/Oakd-view-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKyg7HSdWfCZNnFAcyeNZfDYMsfBXZCn-shedTTIZenGqsbjxhIc9NZ7R9_Wfylf_6WAYp8QwCpTrfc6r_NN9j0QaugPziM6q5t2BBYBpGdbhRvez01ivDFqjW94npP8QmxYKW5g/s320/Oakd-view-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455339032735761010" /></a><strong>Oakdale Ave – Druid Hill “Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br /> It had to be in the 30’s when we exit the car to inspect the goods arrayed in the back yard and garage of this Druid Hills home. Cindy zips up her parka so her face is barely visible while I keep my hands in my pockets as I inspect the home furnishing placed around the driveway. An oversized sofa, a painting of a palm tree, some lamps, chairs. It’s all big home furnishings I want small stuff, I want clothing I want something that will at least make a good photograph. We buy nothing and move on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJCfP2ivUYQYpk1j3-PnnKTtpf8vdPAGaEzoShNAL9Z2To1rlYGY1yGzAe2Iy9MsX_oNkXEFUsiSmgAiSSQG7oPVeK6zAy7_KWyyhyDAjjQLF_L-0QU6GYUJa9HjnHCrWvQs5Tw/s1600/harvard-free-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJCfP2ivUYQYpk1j3-PnnKTtpf8vdPAGaEzoShNAL9Z2To1rlYGY1yGzAe2Iy9MsX_oNkXEFUsiSmgAiSSQG7oPVeK6zAy7_KWyyhyDAjjQLF_L-0QU6GYUJa9HjnHCrWvQs5Tw/s320/harvard-free-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455339042422186162" /></a><strong>Harvard Dr. – Druid Hills “ Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br /><br /> We made one more stop in Druid Hills at a small sale where a selection of goods were displayed in the front yard of a brick one story home. The seller admitted it was too cold to have a sale as she watched us peruse her merchandise. Here we found baskets, slightly out of date electronics, a collection of rubber stamps including one for approving mortgages from Fannie Mae and some rope. In a free box was the usual collection of non-matching Tupperware lids and bottoms. Cindy bought a basket to use for Easter.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6yu9n0gTsHo0x_wXn-7KQpbK1DRiVODGYnw8a7wJo6N2KFpAKDHwRCQT1IJE7dx3yH-AD9LpOVANf02Qc7uEqkmETtATlt7cTHhO-qv3Ou5SiizRDwef8a3tRCtbbCxNsp7hU-A/s1600/bmill-outside-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6yu9n0gTsHo0x_wXn-7KQpbK1DRiVODGYnw8a7wJo6N2KFpAKDHwRCQT1IJE7dx3yH-AD9LpOVANf02Qc7uEqkmETtATlt7cTHhO-qv3Ou5SiizRDwef8a3tRCtbbCxNsp7hU-A/s320/bmill-outside-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455339682136035378" /></a><strong>Childerlee Ln. Woodland Hills “House and Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br /><br />This was a large sale inside a 1970’s tri-level home. There were three things that stood out in this home liquidation the sadness, the smell and the disorder. This sale was an example of family life interrupted. Toys and children’s clothes were the majority of stuff here. Where were the children why didn’t the need their clothes or toys anymore? The disorder was widespread, except for a few tables in the garage nearly everything was on the floor. Most of this was clothing that had been excessively picked over. An attempt had been made at order by creating printed oval signs that described the unruly piles. “Curling irons (Test before buying we think works but sold as is)” or “Art work individually priced – We have no history of the artist (was left by previous tenant – Ink on plastic is NOT on most of the art pieces. We will be glad to take out of plastic for inspection.” My favorite was hung above a pile of plush toys “We are sooooo lonely, please adopt us” this sign set the tone for the entire sale.<br />We bought nothing. Cindy complained about the smell and said the sale saddened her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Okw_6ZXmAtPzqxrWgpDSkGF2KWBKhDO0ZBAvEFVuUlJjr_x_COPmmM4l8VnjGGOtLoyW3mifUKYojfqA7udElKlaH94VJYVi50AUJTS7VYZEwOIP_FxRNSqm3KB8qJXvjQW5_g/s1600/bmill-art-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Okw_6ZXmAtPzqxrWgpDSkGF2KWBKhDO0ZBAvEFVuUlJjr_x_COPmmM4l8VnjGGOtLoyW3mifUKYojfqA7udElKlaH94VJYVi50AUJTS7VYZEwOIP_FxRNSqm3KB8qJXvjQW5_g/s320/bmill-art-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455339692691491202" /></a>Artwork with unknown history.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1DHn7ziZ-XICnB0uB97KeWAMtkZQGYHhyqlLsUnwwwQu0cAkNsxBypVO6tX2i9FdC47IBAn1MK_IHPy2-wtN1aq-5RECQXx697J2HeYgqIV5SaBbmNk8_9ytwXH8ErWGh-S-3A/s1600/bmill-lonely-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1DHn7ziZ-XICnB0uB97KeWAMtkZQGYHhyqlLsUnwwwQu0cAkNsxBypVO6tX2i9FdC47IBAn1MK_IHPy2-wtN1aq-5RECQXx697J2HeYgqIV5SaBbmNk8_9ytwXH8ErWGh-S-3A/s320/bmill-lonely-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455339676242937474" /></a>Sign for lonely toys.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUH4rSuMVh7wwqs6qvLafUoJb1u4ZRVUicwMXpHBdd8spFaZuNFT2-a7hgskae3-aA2BZOviEtU9xl65IZg91a4Xo3gkSkFwtQMrYelAjj20t-sbkVk_PcNxNVuoSwMv964gfQNg/s1600/bmill-floormess-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUH4rSuMVh7wwqs6qvLafUoJb1u4ZRVUicwMXpHBdd8spFaZuNFT2-a7hgskae3-aA2BZOviEtU9xl65IZg91a4Xo3gkSkFwtQMrYelAjj20t-sbkVk_PcNxNVuoSwMv964gfQNg/s320/bmill-floormess-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455339674993864594" /></a>Disorder on the floor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZvithJkycMt780GQdau6dLk0DF0zdTB_5bV12tjDx0LgB9RDcq_9N9SjZrfSsL7e3h8uL3q8RXgifyT57411qiF2BhRVluA0LmCuQf0I9yzzYbZGw-P2KAISF8JmqOta-XtBzA/s1600/university-view-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZvithJkycMt780GQdau6dLk0DF0zdTB_5bV12tjDx0LgB9RDcq_9N9SjZrfSsL7e3h8uL3q8RXgifyT57411qiF2BhRVluA0LmCuQf0I9yzzYbZGw-P2KAISF8JmqOta-XtBzA/s320/university-view-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455340633381984098" /></a><strong>Briarcliff Rd. “Moving Sale” </strong><br /><br /><br />The reach this moving sale one had to climb some steep stairs to reach a small apartment on the second floor of building. The stairs landing and the open breezeway to the apartment were crammed with sculptures of gargoyles, hardware, a large Buddha, plastic bins, a school desk, rocks and gardening implements. The inside of the tiny apartment was stuffed with electronics, scrap booking supplies, jewelry, paper items and computer accessories. A fine looking calico cat lounged amid the clutter. I poked and perused the paper products thinking of some project I could do to justify their purchase. But the last time I purchased paper I didn’t even bring it in from the car for three weeks and some of got damaged by the rain when I opened my trunk.<br />I bought a package of photo printing paper for two dollars. Cindy bought nothing but stated that the man must be breaking up with someone who‘s does not like his clutter.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh84LQqIEKDJQ8wc1mtJoMnOlAMQPElSrwgegV8u4VGBuMaTMdw6XrmumdImoL13nYHhSCyb06Ef1VEpJd7jY2uxQk5u9-z7y4eC7pOq0hS0GPIorgJDI8-yVNslHJ7vV-5i1W47w/s1600/Univ-balcony-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh84LQqIEKDJQ8wc1mtJoMnOlAMQPElSrwgegV8u4VGBuMaTMdw6XrmumdImoL13nYHhSCyb06Ef1VEpJd7jY2uxQk5u9-z7y4eC7pOq0hS0GPIorgJDI8-yVNslHJ7vV-5i1W47w/s320/Univ-balcony-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455340645797018210" /></a>Clutter outside the apartment.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2kX4mZQ7BEEt9VLiJNw2Rzz0wwGdQ73PPB0aZP3pWqGmK1KWPqotOh8KSor9uZTnzU8OnWcbnXbxIYt1gukOVb5S5vN6gxSiKFPoJULtk-VBESa2BcFXUrb4ETXOde2PqW40LA/s1600/univ-cat-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2kX4mZQ7BEEt9VLiJNw2Rzz0wwGdQ73PPB0aZP3pWqGmK1KWPqotOh8KSor9uZTnzU8OnWcbnXbxIYt1gukOVb5S5vN6gxSiKFPoJULtk-VBESa2BcFXUrb4ETXOde2PqW40LA/s320/univ-cat-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455340640021295186" /></a>Cat inside the apartment.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Briar Mill Rd. “Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br /><br />Heading towards a neighborhood sale in Sagamore Hills we stopped at the sale in the driveway on a ranch home on a cul de sac. The owners spoke in an accent I was unfamiliar with and everything assembled in the driveway and garage was over priced. When we got there a teenager was complaining about the price of some clothing they were refusing to lower their asking price. Most of the stuff here was unremarkable aside from two strange pieces of artwork shown below.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64alN5Z4j4ggM2nrzXHLHCEFpLSMP1zBR_zT_B5-vORkKVLzy5b0MHQG8m_w63UBfeUgPWcGSIlE10LOgMLc4lmdrtvTqhMku52mcLiilbY_3s8NFV4CTK-bN4jq-t8EdEfHrUw/s1600/bcliff-art2-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64alN5Z4j4ggM2nrzXHLHCEFpLSMP1zBR_zT_B5-vORkKVLzy5b0MHQG8m_w63UBfeUgPWcGSIlE10LOgMLc4lmdrtvTqhMku52mcLiilbY_3s8NFV4CTK-bN4jq-t8EdEfHrUw/s320/bcliff-art2-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455341421681627410" /></a>What is this man doing?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3caKmIbQ5fVW8JvywcxZP6D0zHRpMD-1OLMv2wnBC-rXDfsdgi2Czb4LemDMccc0sPlUHKSFOSdHv2wkMWbUkuGDXiuqZM1q3C_XSXR9PF59MAWaPA6k39ZoZ8lYlCvCiQKLSA/s1600/bcliff-art-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3caKmIbQ5fVW8JvywcxZP6D0zHRpMD-1OLMv2wnBC-rXDfsdgi2Czb4LemDMccc0sPlUHKSFOSdHv2wkMWbUkuGDXiuqZM1q3C_XSXR9PF59MAWaPA6k39ZoZ8lYlCvCiQKLSA/s320/bcliff-art-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455341416854574658" /></a> Why does this waif have a knife?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGsKt_Sr3DgJLs0PGo7bYRf6SjFgiPjqrkxZFPTRgJCwktFSTHq4xukorEfVSXq_ycouOlA6z2CQG3Vyo_Pc1iPKjEmS_jQ8-yU7sbdXbU75_WYF6dDO0EKCPGA9S6cFGNr0tpA/s1600/sag-dog-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGsKt_Sr3DgJLs0PGo7bYRf6SjFgiPjqrkxZFPTRgJCwktFSTHq4xukorEfVSXq_ycouOlA6z2CQG3Vyo_Pc1iPKjEmS_jQ8-yU7sbdXbU75_WYF6dDO0EKCPGA9S6cFGNr0tpA/s320/sag-dog-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455343614278012930" /></a><strong>Sagamore Hills “Neighborhood Sale” </strong><br /><br /><br />Here we found about 20 sales many on which we only slowed down the car to look at. Neighborhood sales seldom feature interesting materials and it’s the activity of the neighbors that I find noteworthy. I failed to find this here. Maybe it’s too early in the spring or maybe Cindy is right, yard sales aren’t what they used to be.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-60467356386403012442010-02-27T09:56:00.000-08:002010-02-27T10:10:46.360-08:002/22/10 Wandering through the homes of strangers…<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3sYus3Gj1Rytyhk_zBSbg3F9g0rfqwyQCMibsmy9koV5Z2ZJnWFunZqCfPBxyK_dFGOfA2rXbgU7p3qdygMVo5vD2A69L-9tvZkmcZ9YVX01sa4h0CCSv8Fe56khKvpX0g5koQ/s1600-h/rem039-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3sYus3Gj1Rytyhk_zBSbg3F9g0rfqwyQCMibsmy9koV5Z2ZJnWFunZqCfPBxyK_dFGOfA2rXbgU7p3qdygMVo5vD2A69L-9tvZkmcZ9YVX01sa4h0CCSv8Fe56khKvpX0g5koQ/s320/rem039-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442986044138510642" /></a>This was the first weekend of the year that was not wet and miserable. While morning temperatures were still in the 30’s, clear skies made more sellers haul out their stuff and put it on display in their yards or on their porches. In the five sales I went to today only one dared to be outside as everything else keep their clutter was in the comfort of a heated building. In these clutter filled homes of a strangers I wandered about.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Kirkwood – La France St. “Garage Sale” </strong><br /><br /> This was the only sale that was not inside unless you count the portion of the garage that some of the goods were displayed in. It was not a great sale and not even photo worthy. Here a young woman was selling her condo and some of is contents to move out of he city to the wonderland of Kennesaw. Nearly all the stuff here was the usual things you see when new in-town housing dwellers have a sale, new looking clothing, the usual kitchen items, the usual, decor items and some bed clothes. Under the display of bedclothes I noticed a down comforter spread out on the narrow expanse of grass in front of the condo. This winter has been exceptionally cold for Atlanta and my old down comforter is no longer comforting as all the feathers seem to have migrated to one end. So I bought the comforter for five dollars.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZowTZ8iHmpp9mK2SsMp2Z65KjmrGTOXIY6SuSoNmNcqp-8YAju1d88BRAU7jBBbNt6xgXZCSCrQMn4MENxwlP6Cmu7MhZA77Om1Jmb-SGC1pY013rd4AKtescflmhInydVN1dA/s1600-h/birthday0032-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZowTZ8iHmpp9mK2SsMp2Z65KjmrGTOXIY6SuSoNmNcqp-8YAju1d88BRAU7jBBbNt6xgXZCSCrQMn4MENxwlP6Cmu7MhZA77Om1Jmb-SGC1pY013rd4AKtescflmhInydVN1dA/s320/birthday0032-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442984560118722290" /></a><strong>Bernadette Dr. – Woodland Hills “Moving Sale” </strong><br /><br />I did not know what to expect when I pulled down the winding driveway to this 60’s style modern home that looks like it belonged in an older suburban area. Inside I found a middle-aged couple poking around what might be a living room. Here above two large windows was a banner made of tape that read “Happy Birthday”. I then met the seller, a young woman with a small child. She told me most of the stuff for sale was upstairs and that this was her studio where she had recently had a birthday party for her son. This explained the lack of furnishings and the large painting of a tree on an easel in the middle of the room. Taking her advice I headed up a spiral staircase with a metal railing covered in plastic faux flowers. Up stairs I was on my own, I was alone encountering the home of a stranger. A few things were arranged for sale but most things were like someone was just living there from the disheveled bed to the bathroom sink counter cluttered with a collection of personal care items. The kitchen was not different as a meal had been recently prepared and the dishes and utensils were not put away. I started feeling like was not supposed to be here. I had not sinister plans like a burglar but felt more like someone who sleep walks on Ambien and wanders into their neighbor’s homes. After taking a few photos and nosing around in things a bit I headed back down the flowery staircase. I then told the seller about my work as an artist but tried not to call myself a voyuer as she had no idea what I might have gone through upstairs. She told me she had decorated the stairway when she had gotten tired of the winter weather in a move to make the home more Spring like. She told me she did painting and illustration work but was having to move to a smaller space. When I mentioned how open she was with her private space she told me someone had gone to the bathroom and took here toothbrush off the holder and tried to buy it. That made me feel like less of an intruder. I bought nothing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG9yyJYmT6ulYZrATpBo_slm8FlBYZH-HD97FIylkzC1MxEfEnoKvos_KaVFyDIybwoPkUK95JfU3cSJtIExcvFzGH3KtI4qNt_KZiIUrozq2TYkc9DVuhoROw8WFMJMXdnruGkg/s1600-h/stairs33-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG9yyJYmT6ulYZrATpBo_slm8FlBYZH-HD97FIylkzC1MxEfEnoKvos_KaVFyDIybwoPkUK95JfU3cSJtIExcvFzGH3KtI4qNt_KZiIUrozq2TYkc9DVuhoROw8WFMJMXdnruGkg/s320/stairs33-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442984572088214818" /></a>Floral decor on spiral staircase.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVadKYgVA28VWS-BGu_uY38FNHbvZFKal7mQJG8DMcHA2nWjY0W3HWQeyWGG-ZtO-QunLEiywczlBUOYD8wnENnxWmVXPtBHxkZOdl7EmOT9iPQT36P14NSVklYwK9W_SVG0tPaQ/s1600-h/jackson025-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVadKYgVA28VWS-BGu_uY38FNHbvZFKal7mQJG8DMcHA2nWjY0W3HWQeyWGG-ZtO-QunLEiywczlBUOYD8wnENnxWmVXPtBHxkZOdl7EmOT9iPQT36P14NSVklYwK9W_SVG0tPaQ/s320/jackson025-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442984562162886338" /></a>Scene from a private residence.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD45Xv5AiyHEfQzw2kuxg1PmyJ2UPCTZBZrpdjU6FC0_8WQNrU8lnhz6Tch54-VgEGF5Kg5aZ27iViU-A2pF-ElKh7OeuZSeABNsnoYEDm1h6_ljaWSDgYHwNn7mOYZchUSTqi_g/s1600-h/tripe037-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD45Xv5AiyHEfQzw2kuxg1PmyJ2UPCTZBZrpdjU6FC0_8WQNrU8lnhz6Tch54-VgEGF5Kg5aZ27iViU-A2pF-ElKh7OeuZSeABNsnoYEDm1h6_ljaWSDgYHwNn7mOYZchUSTqi_g/s320/tripe037-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442984575316683682" /></a><strong>Barry St. - Decatur “Moving Sale” </strong><br /><br />This home was an old frame bungalow located in the southern part of downtown Decatur. When I first arrived I thought the only stuff for sale was the clutter piled in the driveway and some old stuff in the garage. But the seller told me there was more inside. In the warmth of the home a haft dozen people were poking thought some stuff that had been put on display but most of the stuff was just a lot of personal belongings packed into boxes or piled up in the living room. It was very hard trying to tell what was not for sale. It seems that the couple having the sale were selling off as much as possible to go hike the entire length of the Pacific Coast Trail. This seemed like a good plan to me but they needed to put more organization into selling their belongings. Not that I have ever been a fan of well-organized yard sales. I think this may be one of those sales that continue for several weeks getting more organized as they go. But once again I found myself in the home of a stranger peering not only at what they were getting rid of but what they have not decided to get rid of and stuff they were currently using like a lot of stuff in the kitchen because they also appeared in the process of cooking a meal. As for the contents outside there was a lot of motorcycle accessories, in the garage was more cycle stuff and a several old televisions. Inside were there was the most confusion. In the dinning room a table was covered with kitchen wares, pet supplies, bits of electronics, an unopened bottle of cheap white wine, plastic cups and various hardware items. The living room was crowded with boxes of electronic devices, old magazines, old books and other stuff some of which appeared to never have been used. All this was mixed in with a variety of stuff that looked like it was supposed to be in the living room. In the back of the house they had more plastic cups, a big box of jellybeans and a leather sofa and chair for sale, which they were asking a very high price by my yard sale standards. I did see a map of the Pacific coast trail I don’t know if they planned to sell it.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgRU4aSrjCPcC-4XR3Davv1Y8Poga9exrVK7hq2ALOCw7S7nCneuu7NlpKoowTQf5BfQrL0W9CGvycHXQruCrS5-8yOUZmPYDtD2G0UQ5QtE7U21rv8ItFuUOYkJIjzy3nRITYw/s1600-h/mess0049-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgRU4aSrjCPcC-4XR3Davv1Y8Poga9exrVK7hq2ALOCw7S7nCneuu7NlpKoowTQf5BfQrL0W9CGvycHXQruCrS5-8yOUZmPYDtD2G0UQ5QtE7U21rv8ItFuUOYkJIjzy3nRITYw/s320/mess0049-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442984570135905858" /></a><strong>Avery St. Decatur “Estate Sale” </strong><br /><br />This sale was in an older not so well kept looking house near Agnes Scott College. I had visited the site on Friday after work and poke through some of the stuff sitting out in the driveway but never saw a sign to go into the home and never saw anyone in charge of the sale. Today the stuff was still in the driveway but people were coming out of the home so I enter another strangers home. The inside of the small house was moderately chaotic. I presumed the man who was selling this stuff still lived here but there was not room to do anything. The living room was packed with the most stuff, trays of golf ball, lots of books, tackle boxes containing a mixture of fishing stuff and art supplies, an old waffle maker, some scattered clothes, tools, sports paraphernalia and a bunch of bottles that looked like wine but weren’t. In addition to selling off a lot of stuff the seller was also trying to recruit people into a multi level marketing scheme to sell some sort of concentrated acai berry concoction that was in the wine bottles. While I was there he offered every shopper a taste of the thick dark fruity beverage. After they drank it he would then repeatedly ask is the drinker felt better. “You should feel better already,” he kept saying. I drank some but after I swallowed the syrupy drink I wished I was back at that sale a few weeks ago that was offering coffee and Kahlua to visitors. None who sample the drink offered to get involved in his MLM marketing business. <br />In the back of the home in what could have been a bedroom except that here was no bed were more piles of clutter. Here was a large selection of baseball bats, more golf balls, boxes of old bottles(not containing his concoction) and a stack of aging televisions.<br />I bought nothing but told the man that I did feel better.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPv_3or0pipA5Uc3yH0q3L-y8wzvY2qf83qMNDKlZEmOmpynhkQKmvvyS-DWubdn28JOUNOdZYaJtxjGPP01BGoAWfzAiKuQajYkAERkIDuymovhzbI5EgHQNIoEKAKB5vlnSjvg/s1600-h/balls0048-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPv_3or0pipA5Uc3yH0q3L-y8wzvY2qf83qMNDKlZEmOmpynhkQKmvvyS-DWubdn28JOUNOdZYaJtxjGPP01BGoAWfzAiKuQajYkAERkIDuymovhzbI5EgHQNIoEKAKB5vlnSjvg/s320/balls0048-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442984702433971074" /></a>Multitude of golf balls for sale.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Laredo Dr. – Scottdale “Moving Sale” </strong><br /><br /> My final stop of the morning was inside but it was not a home but the studios of a graphics business that was moving. I had actually come here to check out their paper supply to use for some art project that I need to conceive and get started on. They did have stacks and stacks of paper. I bought a good supply of 11 x17 some foam core and some other paper. I know this all sounds boring but I do need things from time to time and fancy papers are not cheap in the art supply stores. I bought a large stack for five bucks. I’d include a photo but the paper just looks like blank paper only fancier.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-20829460899001469592010-02-16T03:29:00.000-08:002010-02-16T03:32:24.019-08:00Saturday 2/13/10 Snow!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVEwzqhFdxpSZaHlrZd0ihgmcteGt-bRE17shNe4zaKlnmqxlK2dW4KmqvVIm6kXtlyxGgdC_CaJ47ysUXMgr0gs1JvjjjcKklh23lYLkVYOUXpJk4kaORcE5TYPr8p-EbiRdW6Q/s1600-h/snowday.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVEwzqhFdxpSZaHlrZd0ihgmcteGt-bRE17shNe4zaKlnmqxlK2dW4KmqvVIm6kXtlyxGgdC_CaJ47ysUXMgr0gs1JvjjjcKklh23lYLkVYOUXpJk4kaORcE5TYPr8p-EbiRdW6Q/s320/snowday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438802284262736546" /></a>No yard sales around here today as snow has covered this city in a thick blanket of white. Maybe next week....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-77478906723561387232010-02-10T16:14:00.001-08:002010-02-10T16:48:38.549-08:00Two Homes 2/5/10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSg-CD3fZqF1fHUu5cRN8bRNlQpA4iiZdGyqoQF7JRLnJWe4Q8iYvonCYLhtlzqRGdwmFfqCcKkmfWdFrzGQ1tQSVxRcoqCpX13wbvxxcrlqsTE4rFkIw7wtputyntx7WDrAaJew/s1600-h/sign0029-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSg-CD3fZqF1fHUu5cRN8bRNlQpA4iiZdGyqoQF7JRLnJWe4Q8iYvonCYLhtlzqRGdwmFfqCcKkmfWdFrzGQ1tQSVxRcoqCpX13wbvxxcrlqsTE4rFkIw7wtputyntx7WDrAaJew/s320/sign0029-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436773184860657938" /></a> This Friday I was supposed to be in Charlottesville, Virginia to attend the opening of The Center of the Study of the End of Things a cultural symposium where am exhibiting my new work, which consists of plants sprouting from books. Unfortunately a massive blizzard prevented me from even attempting to head north but the books are sprouting and the show did go on with my work regardless the artic weather. So Instead of trudging through waist high snow I took in two estate sales in far balmier Atlanta. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIudwLJAsbuV2iE7fE0XejhAiOe_5UGRMIGiINalk7u8D_96HTjoGNcU5KGVtJMC_Z1Zzzoax-sK9UROyzxEMzpo_LWozEWsh9iveKRDNTpNfZ7KqM9wqVpW83ARMrPbSfdQxnA/s1600-h/animal-portraits0006-A.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIudwLJAsbuV2iE7fE0XejhAiOe_5UGRMIGiINalk7u8D_96HTjoGNcU5KGVtJMC_Z1Zzzoax-sK9UROyzxEMzpo_LWozEWsh9iveKRDNTpNfZ7KqM9wqVpW83ARMrPbSfdQxnA/s320/animal-portraits0006-A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436777472905937074" /></a><strong>Madison St. - Oakhurst “Massive Estate Sale”</strong><br /><br /> I don’t think of Oakhurst as a place where estate sales feature the accumulations of octogenarians who spent far too many years acquiring ball jars. So when I arrived at this two story newer home my expectations for exploring the residence of an aging hoarder were low. I knew from the start this could well be one of those so-called estate sales. My suspicions were confirmed as soon as I walked past the sales desk and viewed the tidily arranged materials set out on the first floor like some display at a well-appointed home wares boutique. I was not the only one with such higher expectations as no less that three other shoppers remarked as I wandered about, “Did anyone actually live here”. For those who read my comments on a regular basis know that “living here” is one of the foundations for my continual weekend explorations of clutter. The lack of evidence of someone having lived here was the pristine books individually and expertly priced based on current market value arranged on meal bookcases, the well arranged stacks of unopened kitchen appliances, bedclothes in their original packages and dozens of virgin candles seemingly arrayed not by a homeowner but a professional seller. Only when I went to the one room upstairs did I find evidence of life. Here in a bedroom was a closet packed with men’s clothing some of which appeared worn and most of which was he same size. On the nightstand was a guide for Metrosexuals and a map of New York City. So perhaps a man lived here (if you could call this living), a man who accumulated stuff but never touched it. On my way down to the basement I heard one of the estate sellers tell a customer “he worked for many years at William Sonoma”. Perhaps this was the home of a man who wanted his home to be Williams Sonoma. Perhaps he wanted to be William Sonoma. He wanted style, simplicity clean lines and lots of candles.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9Al5Vt_CHl2wxUBBjSX5txUmM2JIgEmxJVif1egsoBuT1QhcPPOIEGydvg5Aq4ULfJYPzO-3qm3G1Dp_5tXsu3h6yOKZnymYybyjp_LKGYeC7vwaf6uronEa3J_Xv2Q0wMBDgw/s1600-h/halloween0016-A.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9Al5Vt_CHl2wxUBBjSX5txUmM2JIgEmxJVif1egsoBuT1QhcPPOIEGydvg5Aq4ULfJYPzO-3qm3G1Dp_5tXsu3h6yOKZnymYybyjp_LKGYeC7vwaf6uronEa3J_Xv2Q0wMBDgw/s320/halloween0016-A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436777480332029698" /></a>Basements do not lie. When I went down I determined this was someone’s home but even in the clutter of the basement there was still so much order. One section of the lower level was overflowing with all manner of Halloween décor. Boxes of plastic bones, a giant rat, a variety of skulls, masks, strobe lights for pumpkins, masks, lights, lights that looked like masks, all manner of faux pumpkins, more skulls and an original painting of three dogs dressed as witches stirring a caldron. But sadly it was difficult to tell if the décor had ever been used. Perhaps the owner had had dreams of putting this stuff in his yard in a grand gesture but never got around to it. On the other hand he may have used the stuff then painstakingly cleaned it all meticulously when he took it all down in November. <br />One thing that he did seem to have a true love for and did display was a collection of humanoid dog figures and artwork. I first notice this in the stairway where four framed portraits of dogs dressed as 18th century gentlemen were boldly displayed. Other artifacts included a wiener dog dressed as a cook serving wieners, a footstool of some sort shaped like a fat dog, a pair of large metal hounds and a welcome sign with a lifelike plaster dogs head on it.<br />Other unusual items about the home-included two five foot high metallic candle like things with a giant wick and two large bowls of faux bakery products. The sellers told me these were sold. I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5UScgIGe4NMGR5EPRuI8SxgEX7jZCk_k8jxxD1a3szNeHINo688u7f5mtxFsqgURfFEWxdTKZzKTbVu5Z_D1UER8nakA5qay3FzQUA88gr8TsBTVIV6GD0LVt-CVIKD_RaUUww/s1600-h/rat0015-A.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5UScgIGe4NMGR5EPRuI8SxgEX7jZCk_k8jxxD1a3szNeHINo688u7f5mtxFsqgURfFEWxdTKZzKTbVu5Z_D1UER8nakA5qay3FzQUA88gr8TsBTVIV6GD0LVt-CVIKD_RaUUww/s320/rat0015-A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436777488809504226" /></a>Giant rat greeting visitors in the basement.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho22WCX_yX26K04jFiGDV-OLz5xcitJaARgWXynDfH0C2XZaHMefjikGhJh99UotG5zR4QR0FF4DlDBa_sre_9VF70VC7vt7PtDcUoNE_s8Sk_kyvWGO_I6yIgaeLNiUTHoLOcRQ/s1600-h/big-cnadles0009-A.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho22WCX_yX26K04jFiGDV-OLz5xcitJaARgWXynDfH0C2XZaHMefjikGhJh99UotG5zR4QR0FF4DlDBa_sre_9VF70VC7vt7PtDcUoNE_s8Sk_kyvWGO_I6yIgaeLNiUTHoLOcRQ/s320/big-cnadles0009-A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436777487062769906" /></a>Giant candles puzzling visitors in the living room.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_8P6iF3hOEfQhYKYii5IT-ROgQj75wHaR1V9o55ncI1MLqj8vVECw-FgmN-fWLTGw1ip74WEpQO1Byg1OCKRzGDZr_zafqPy2wmjuk3ykdxOdkm4TYkXdlJZ55ymF_uneE5DoA/s1600-h/boxer089-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_8P6iF3hOEfQhYKYii5IT-ROgQj75wHaR1V9o55ncI1MLqj8vVECw-FgmN-fWLTGw1ip74WEpQO1Byg1OCKRzGDZr_zafqPy2wmjuk3ykdxOdkm4TYkXdlJZ55ymF_uneE5DoA/s320/boxer089-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436774229384609330" /></a><Strong>Childerlee Way – “Estate Sale”</strong><br /><br />There was no question regarding the authenticity of this event. The brick ranch home just off Briarcliff Road was truly the home of someone who had accumulated clutter for many decades. At the entrance I encountered a man with a box overflowing with wind chimes in his arms. At the sight of redundant whimsical items I knew this sale would be a delight. Inside I immediately headed to the basement and was not disappointed at what I found. Below the house were two rooms crammed with the disorderly accumulation of a life well spent. Books, travel literature, magazines, letters, holiday décor, clown figurines, old plumbing fixtures, sewing patterns, staplers, pool cues and souvenir dinner bells were heaped together in no discernable order throughout this subterranean domain. The confusion had been amplified by the hands and fingers of the dozens of shoppers who had already perused this delightful jumble. Some of the highlights I discovered here included a package of letters sent to the estate owner over 40 years ago by her fiancé in the service, some rolls of oversized faux 100 dollar bills, a tourist brochure about visiting a place called Hell, a magazine called Salesman’s Digest, a Putt Putt World magazine, a book entitled “The Greatest Thing in the World” and a copy of “Gods Psychiatry”.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhBJQ5JYnamXlejrhy7iP9aPjIb7RCdPwLUkt8KZlJ7CZs1VoLScvYTo9LeLXkOIOYIfeRzEzCHUEMWQx50x7ubdI_Qz1RSEKs_yarBnX8NJepqI4ORKXrioXFuPsOx59y7nZfA/s1600-h/basement039-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGhBJQ5JYnamXlejrhy7iP9aPjIb7RCdPwLUkt8KZlJ7CZs1VoLScvYTo9LeLXkOIOYIfeRzEzCHUEMWQx50x7ubdI_Qz1RSEKs_yarBnX8NJepqI4ORKXrioXFuPsOx59y7nZfA/s320/basement039-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436774243064500930" /></a>A sign on the back door of the basement indicated that outside there was a trailer and a dirt basement. Sadly the trailer was just an old boat trailer covered with old plastic sheeting. But the dirt basement held further delights. I entered it under the deck where some old claw foot bathtubs and a section of seating from the Olympic stadium sat gathering filth in the mud and rain. Inside I found a continuation of the hoarded debris. While not as expansive as the finished basement the dug out dirt floor cellar held an even more confused jumble of clutter. Here was a overcrowded tool bench packed with hand tools, power tools, unmarked containers of solvents and paints and topped with a toy rifle. In another area was a large plastic decoy owl resting upon a pile of old golf balls. Old books were scattered about “Kids Say the Darnest thing”, “Learn to Speak” “Central American roundabout” and “Cozy Little Farm” among the titles. There was almost too much to take in, a decaying child’s hobby horse, an old set of golf clubs, bicycle parts, license plates, a shelving unit crammed with sports trophies and a large bale of cotton.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcSksYyx8wvWCeeZ76xEXOaj76Cj2kFWZGsYrAmkfZLcaRznlJv7OD7croCjdKgDeKfE-UiCWuo-AaacQbaJiKQTet5hm4IMfToza13Y6KL5N0bMM2ErYZjLSNCHPSChuwS-JQUQ/s1600-h/nuts0088_2-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcSksYyx8wvWCeeZ76xEXOaj76Cj2kFWZGsYrAmkfZLcaRznlJv7OD7croCjdKgDeKfE-UiCWuo-AaacQbaJiKQTet5hm4IMfToza13Y6KL5N0bMM2ErYZjLSNCHPSChuwS-JQUQ/s320/nuts0088_2-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436775660658722626" /></a>The rooms upstairs seemed well kept by comparison regardless of the clutter packed into every corner. Here I found closets packed with women’s clothing, an endless array of small ceramics and a large old framed photograph of a bride in her wedding dress. The kitchen had the usual old kitchenwares plus some fun cookbooks such as “Cooking with Nuts”. Just outside the kitchen was a life- size realistic ceramic dog who sat motionless while a large tabby wandered about the room rubbing against shoppers. One crammed area I took to be another room turned out to be a carport packed with furniture and more clutter. It was so packed that only the cold air let me know I wan no longer inside the house.<br /> This sale restored my fair in great estate sales. I later regretted not buying the bale of cotton, something I could tell people you find at lots of southern estate sales.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifXs4HDFFdaYWQOZrFM04FrKgmR7B1LXddC3G07iJdTrhQ1Y5zy4oL6i-gJJqECeTuB1BvQD1iLlfoF-G2XmNAnkFRBjAyZEsd613BqU08Yfjc9n387aM-I8CAKjFXdaRf9ysqaQ/s1600-h/bathtubs0058-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifXs4HDFFdaYWQOZrFM04FrKgmR7B1LXddC3G07iJdTrhQ1Y5zy4oL6i-gJJqECeTuB1BvQD1iLlfoF-G2XmNAnkFRBjAyZEsd613BqU08Yfjc9n387aM-I8CAKjFXdaRf9ysqaQ/s320/bathtubs0058-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436774237513068930" /></a>Bathtubs at the entrance to dirt basement.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBB4PVIq-vRQSViOJUu0ETZzprGNPtTQbUNW3iL78sNyibBTBLJLHSxd4pcRHYyKQ2yOp109VtljRE5ngj2b42WWdEmwpL6mouAZQXIoLde_PYRmgM5spQzLp9w91BUJ6FgrrLEQ/s1600-h/speak0054-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBB4PVIq-vRQSViOJUu0ETZzprGNPtTQbUNW3iL78sNyibBTBLJLHSxd4pcRHYyKQ2yOp109VtljRE5ngj2b42WWdEmwpL6mouAZQXIoLde_PYRmgM5spQzLp9w91BUJ6FgrrLEQ/s320/speak0054-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436775200746557202" /></a>Book found in basement.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6djk0Q7UrYyYwnX7rIqA_p9twYeCCd5XuWqYPXhgXsCYMjK4Zw5dr9oAkXO9oDebdxGoJ7gU6aZ_tr1NemI0kqpQjjq46emBepKRctSOt4p8uzcU3D0K7gFar02q1snPJbym0g/s1600-h/owl0042-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6djk0Q7UrYyYwnX7rIqA_p9twYeCCd5XuWqYPXhgXsCYMjK4Zw5dr9oAkXO9oDebdxGoJ7gU6aZ_tr1NemI0kqpQjjq46emBepKRctSOt4p8uzcU3D0K7gFar02q1snPJbym0g/s320/owl0042-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436775193628348706" /></a>Owl and golf balls.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo2w6TXWQi6rtJvPfepcmY17YqiTfKJIahLCIS5OM60Wgd0hf4zkovFK2RZkYeoq9HVBYcAslvnrvGrO_hEoqIBTQtAGbURoCqLPEr6n2eYIDG8WTfvv09EclUZdnSV5DpvdEgXA/s1600-h/cotton0047-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo2w6TXWQi6rtJvPfepcmY17YqiTfKJIahLCIS5OM60Wgd0hf4zkovFK2RZkYeoq9HVBYcAslvnrvGrO_hEoqIBTQtAGbURoCqLPEr6n2eYIDG8WTfvv09EclUZdnSV5DpvdEgXA/s320/cotton0047-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436774235101015666" /></a>The bale of cotton I wish I had purchased.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-14289361551731341942010-01-24T14:05:00.000-08:002010-01-24T14:42:37.846-08:00Hot chocolate or Kahlua 1/16/10I did not expect anyone except crazed people in the exurban sprawl to be hosting yard sales today but I did find two events within the limits of tolerable driving distance. The weather was still cold with temperatures in the low forties. To bring out buyers one this day one sale offered hot chocolate the other coffee and Kahlua.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7i5S0WUZEB3L7kNgkkQtpU_5ysMPhsrWOJprg0jNsstyZPzSYw4_VxGN5cSQ0r3_hVCsEX12AtwrrtU7zKItBA5LhWS_jR7GN-GiYqSYLsaaLKI-EDp6g1Et_Sv-OcLpPmdTfQ/s1600-h/iron7131-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7i5S0WUZEB3L7kNgkkQtpU_5ysMPhsrWOJprg0jNsstyZPzSYw4_VxGN5cSQ0r3_hVCsEX12AtwrrtU7zKItBA5LhWS_jR7GN-GiYqSYLsaaLKI-EDp6g1Et_Sv-OcLpPmdTfQ/s320/iron7131-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430439080155699234" /></a><strong>Rosalia Ave. – Grant Park “Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br /> I Should have gone to the other sale first since they did not have the coffee ready when I arrived and did not want to appear as a wondering yard sale derelict by demanding a shot of straight Kailua. This was a small sale in the yard and porch of a frame bungalow just off Boulevard in Grant Park. There was not a lot of stuff here and I was not sure if they even wanted to put everything outside when I arrived. On the porch were some books, a few articles of women’s clothing, some small glass vases and an unopened box containing a bicycle tire. In the yard was an ironing board with a few more items of clothing displayed upon it and some shoes beneath it. I did not wait around for the coffee to brew and bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJdAfJbTdLSW9gu5n03voU1sHdEPAYhjBXTgDAYsEIMk1gU1Nc1u9kXp3GGLY_vqxNTfF-ptRByhyphenhyphenXpXbEUOaaNqZuJrvaZvTUOq-ggZWxKYt-xp61BoDYUwWxiGZadGBPczr7A/s1600-h/view7147-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJdAfJbTdLSW9gu5n03voU1sHdEPAYhjBXTgDAYsEIMk1gU1Nc1u9kXp3GGLY_vqxNTfF-ptRByhyphenhyphenXpXbEUOaaNqZuJrvaZvTUOq-ggZWxKYt-xp61BoDYUwWxiGZadGBPczr7A/s320/view7147-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430439092784989298" /></a><strong>Gayle St. Medlock “Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br />This sale in the carport of an older ranch home was a much larger event. Here in the driveway and in the shelter or the carport was arranged a collection of clothing and household items. Assembled on a bookcase was a woman’s collection of pig figures. Most were plush but there were some small porcine porcelains as well. In addition to pigs it appeared the sellers loved shoes as well seeming hundreds of pairs of footwear were lined up along the edge of the carport. I’m not sure how long it takes to accumulate this many shoes but it was apparent that the sellers had not gotten rid of many shoes in quite some time. On one of the many tables inside the carport was an assortment of board games and puzzles among them were Sex and the City, Scattergories, Battle of the Sexes, a children’s mystery game and a jigsaw puzzle of an angelfish. The seller also had a large collection of recorders. I asked her if she had a recorder band. She told me that at one time she was taking lessons and kept losing them. It appeared she finally found them and was now divesting them. Other stuff here included a CD set on Securities Regulation, some old Easter Décor, a VHS tape on Bun and Thigh sculpting and a set of metal attachments for shoes that made it easier to walk on ice.<br />I bought an old dictionary to use for an upcoming installation in Virginia where I will have plants sprouting from books. I paid a dollar for it. I did have a cup of their hot chocolate. Sad to say it was barely warm and nearly tasteless. I wish I had stayed around for the Kailua.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5zF0K_WRw9HU-rgG39X43a4PoMMhT6vJPE0GLYym4tcPKEjGqXKLa9BPHC4Vp4ZbzORgfZMq1TErzbtgQRqVvRQHdz3bRMhxwllJT-3R-BmhR7tbgy4hzDsQo6bsn0rDY5m7uQ/s1600-h/shoes7142-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5zF0K_WRw9HU-rgG39X43a4PoMMhT6vJPE0GLYym4tcPKEjGqXKLa9BPHC4Vp4ZbzORgfZMq1TErzbtgQRqVvRQHdz3bRMhxwllJT-3R-BmhR7tbgy4hzDsQo6bsn0rDY5m7uQ/s320/shoes7142-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430439090023261714" /></a>A large and colorful selection of shoes in Medlock.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UMGKsGDJsAvBkXtJEmYdMH1pMyTqCT99qaqUbcSH4k44rh-K0Rb8pcY2TkxhFc17pprPTsM4DSqP3X2VXxr6MY_S_Ab67GBg-CgbpozkAkH7nbvk2PjgaOTlhv8V6bu3al5XrA/s1600-h/pigs140-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UMGKsGDJsAvBkXtJEmYdMH1pMyTqCT99qaqUbcSH4k44rh-K0Rb8pcY2TkxhFc17pprPTsM4DSqP3X2VXxr6MY_S_Ab67GBg-CgbpozkAkH7nbvk2PjgaOTlhv8V6bu3al5XrA/s320/pigs140-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430439084386836338" /></a>Collected porcine items.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-58834741434542752992010-01-14T03:33:00.000-08:002010-01-14T15:35:03.101-08:00A Year ends a new one begins....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfWOBVfVODiKj7IhSmYOxeG0z-tVjZjFhwHrogXvNkGAm6DNhFX0_3G8HTu3K3xHvRYkzHRwnAkJbTV6NzzLRUk9evEuWIRt4bXUMgr9QRqx5koVijO-qeTvLn0RKMgogAK1yoQ/s1600-h/faded-sign-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfWOBVfVODiKj7IhSmYOxeG0z-tVjZjFhwHrogXvNkGAm6DNhFX0_3G8HTu3K3xHvRYkzHRwnAkJbTV6NzzLRUk9evEuWIRt4bXUMgr9QRqx5koVijO-qeTvLn0RKMgogAK1yoQ/s320/faded-sign-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739019754332482" /></a>I’ve taken a bit of a vacation from this site for good reason. First I deserve a vacation. I’ll been writing this for five years so I should get some time off. But more importantly over the last few weeks we have had holidays and dreadful weather.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxHJ0wg2Sar_bD_C5_Rba9-DsGLc4ofDT2gVgfgpZ9kw4CKpzP01BVwdtdBaRYXd52Pao8VUDhsbksmflWIB6kvtYEusB5mdL51X8V9tuCemw_xn2WoRcxI2qg9GY3Y4QsdfoUFA/s1600-h/spider-head-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxHJ0wg2Sar_bD_C5_Rba9-DsGLc4ofDT2gVgfgpZ9kw4CKpzP01BVwdtdBaRYXd52Pao8VUDhsbksmflWIB6kvtYEusB5mdL51X8V9tuCemw_xn2WoRcxI2qg9GY3Y4QsdfoUFA/s320/spider-head-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739024341779602" /></a><strong>The real last sale of the year.</strong><br /> <br />While driving thru Kirkwood in mid December I came upon this sale off of Howard Ave. A huge sign painted on a sheet hung from a pole directed buyers to go all the way to a lot behind some sort of old brick building. Temperatures were in the 30’s and I figured that this truly would be the last sale of the year so Cindy and I proceeded down the dirt driveway and parked near a large peace sign create from Christmas lights that was strung across some bushes.<br />Around some hedges we found an assortment of old stuff put out for sale. The centerpiece of this event was the seller’s collection of vacuum cleaners. I have no idea why he had so many but he appeared proud of them. He also had a massive six-foot high steel cornered road case that could double for a coffin if someone wanted to be buried vertically. Other stuff included some old furniture, a lamp in the shape of Spiderman’s head, a selection of high-heeled women’s boots, a very obsolete video projector, an aquarium and some exercise equipment. Cindy attempted to by a small table but the seller decided he did not want to sell it so we bought nothing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUj1bhThcUZTNmTU7Ou9BAyVXGLJsd1mkz7kMEIESbH0y2xvL0kOeiKx8SXSwg794aC2oy_yWyfQQLRFqbEi8GpHih883xW-ppmIaW0d2cOskZlpuiWEtftvItTx8_SEZSBRY6Pw/s1600-h/beach-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUj1bhThcUZTNmTU7Ou9BAyVXGLJsd1mkz7kMEIESbH0y2xvL0kOeiKx8SXSwg794aC2oy_yWyfQQLRFqbEi8GpHih883xW-ppmIaW0d2cOskZlpuiWEtftvItTx8_SEZSBRY6Pw/s320/beach-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739021956453522" /></a>Dreadful winter weather began as in mid December so we headed off to Florida. Escaping the cold we spent our time walking the beach and enjoying the climate. We encountered an alligator and it’s hatchlings in Jonathan Dickenson State Park we also saw a bald eagle. I was hoping to see the eagle eat one of the gator babies. But the nature scenes here did not reach the Discovery channel levels. I by chance did encounter a yard sale on a Wednesday afternoon just two days before Christmas. The sale was not noteworthy in the least but it was remarkable to be able to walk to a sale on a weekday afternoon right before a major holiday. I bought nothing but did thank the sellers for having a sale.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFaH_kPgzzghMBhJ893VtcPvhDBS2gASeLwR8B6ySKuidz2XSXdv93t0gyyKFWKDyWz-8GWrRE1X3oPohmmipCWVqzxEbFxT5Qthn-1Vx1clQQ_mZ6EEq46iGm_Vom0b4mubcrQ/s1600-h/fl-yard-sale-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFaH_kPgzzghMBhJ893VtcPvhDBS2gASeLwR8B6ySKuidz2XSXdv93t0gyyKFWKDyWz-8GWrRE1X3oPohmmipCWVqzxEbFxT5Qthn-1Vx1clQQ_mZ6EEq46iGm_Vom0b4mubcrQ/s320/fl-yard-sale-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739028026465474" /></a>The sale before Christmas.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Back in Atlanta the intense cold weather continued and culminated with a brief snowstorm this week. Craigslist did show some crazed folk in the far suburbs, even the more ice covered ones having sales but in my part of town no posters went up and no junk went into the snow covered lawns. But there probably were determined early birds cruising around looking for something being sold. <br />The closest thing I encountered was these two ancient TV put out on the street and topped with snow in front of a shuttered house on my street.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7tdSeH5IW9Yxi0fBNnkJkzK0EROX3qbDBMEj9DvOqqc8oE4wSLiQ-MxEeQMQvv8iSe0cDE4sBHGhevHgFv1W3TvPXgrvAcJlIC4PVShwZZZUoqtU8mZdY2rxzBrOdPhl-PUHsg/s1600-h/tv-in-snow-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7tdSeH5IW9Yxi0fBNnkJkzK0EROX3qbDBMEj9DvOqqc8oE4wSLiQ-MxEeQMQvv8iSe0cDE4sBHGhevHgFv1W3TvPXgrvAcJlIC4PVShwZZZUoqtU8mZdY2rxzBrOdPhl-PUHsg/s320/tv-in-snow-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739030421576786" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />With this post Yard Sale Addict can now be said to span decades.<br />Happy New Year to all my readers and lovers of yard sales everywhere.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-53913022941533575192009-12-15T13:05:00.000-08:002009-12-15T13:59:36.011-08:00The last sales of 2009? 12/5/09The end of the year is often a somber time in the realm of yard sales. The weather turns cold and dreary, the days grow short and the approaching holidays distract sellers from their goals of ridding their homes of clutter.<br />Today I found a bit more in than I expected. But the end does appear in sight.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRUa7MNYLY9uJxq6JvfLyT8uc-Xhq8X6oPjrSix5VfdbI9v9n02zmSQJkVV_YYylF8QBx3w7v4mGHDRo8zWQrSrj-9GJBf3AsyxOmnNnKiwecxAIqFWmw07EVsn7FNse-XjZjPg/s1600-h/cold386-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRUa7MNYLY9uJxq6JvfLyT8uc-Xhq8X6oPjrSix5VfdbI9v9n02zmSQJkVV_YYylF8QBx3w7v4mGHDRo8zWQrSrj-9GJBf3AsyxOmnNnKiwecxAIqFWmw07EVsn7FNse-XjZjPg/s320/cold386-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415583643817836898" /></a><strong>Cambridge Ave. Oakhurst “Yard Sales” </strong><br /><br />It was in the low 40’s maybe even colder in the shade when I came upon this sale in the southern Decatur Oakhurst community. The seller clad in a hooded jacket knew he was pushing the limits as he shivered on his porch while awaiting buyers for the gathered belongings in his driveway. He admitted that he should have done the sale earlier in the season but decided to go ahead with it anyway. But he told me the he had experienced a fair amount of business before he was ready to open.<br />Among the stuff for sale was a collection of penguin items that appeared well suited for the cold climate. There was a box full of plush penguins, a penguin game, some sort of child’s penguin costume (even thought it appeared no children lived in this home) a game called the Penguin Shuffle that billed itself as the ”motorized waddle walkin’ slippery slide game“ a party penguins punch bowl set and some smaller ceramic novelty flightless birds. <br />Other stuff put out in the driveway included a large painting of a red pepper, old computer accessories, lamps, an unopened box set of “Queer as Folk”, a Kate Bush DVD, an electric pumpkin carving tool, some baskets and a plush spider monkey.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBnlMkYGYMzIvzjTyeMDft5rU16iKO7IUXC4gjus2peCFZoBkWDftnqb4CJVrptBCIjpMsV702SyMPj2xp52oCiin52KYPxrNJ8-phNagRyBJ92Hp9AIUN0t3sIPEuujYESkQmQ/s1600-h/penquins390-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBnlMkYGYMzIvzjTyeMDft5rU16iKO7IUXC4gjus2peCFZoBkWDftnqb4CJVrptBCIjpMsV702SyMPj2xp52oCiin52KYPxrNJ8-phNagRyBJ92Hp9AIUN0t3sIPEuujYESkQmQ/s320/penquins390-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415583650134179762" /></a>Box of plush penguins.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC0p9ZEkSPc2mDBvz6EYrg2RceEE61i8y0aFUjpyLCXVCXdVmQ1FKXA8FJYWVengiEpHaa0WNJVYfOfDSccEcFXDjycaACgBEB-ygEP64Zb0gwnX47G0ZVmoaoFzIQsYnw5r-TFg/s1600-h/porch394-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC0p9ZEkSPc2mDBvz6EYrg2RceEE61i8y0aFUjpyLCXVCXdVmQ1FKXA8FJYWVengiEpHaa0WNJVYfOfDSccEcFXDjycaACgBEB-ygEP64Zb0gwnX47G0ZVmoaoFzIQsYnw5r-TFg/s320/porch394-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415583645151971874" /></a>Across the street on the porch of a brick bungalow was another sale. This one featuring the belongings of someone what at one time had a store or antique flea market booth. Everything here was quaint and antique like and nothing appeared to have been used by the actual owners of the house. While I am not attracted to such sales unless they feature really bizarre stuff such as large taxidermy sharks and artificial limbs this sale at least had pleasant well thought out arrangements. Most of the fodder here was the usual old toys, dolls, prints and décor items. But a large lamp made from a large Kahlua bottle did attract my attention. Liquor bottle lamps are a subject that requires more study on my part as I have often wondered what thinking goes into determining if an empty booze bottle is lamp worthy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lVAfA1dJ7SJW39_BByhhZlWZSPc1Kjyx5Xk_7cg8qvYsXO0mtuJ_1mhQYhnw5h46PDlFXZGUwcY_vfHjlvvuI2D5jspcIvKWcohrKiWEi3zUhA-lJ2qBST-hrHNqa8OKd8io2Q/s1600-h/lamo395-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lVAfA1dJ7SJW39_BByhhZlWZSPc1Kjyx5Xk_7cg8qvYsXO0mtuJ_1mhQYhnw5h46PDlFXZGUwcY_vfHjlvvuI2D5jspcIvKWcohrKiWEi3zUhA-lJ2qBST-hrHNqa8OKd8io2Q/s320/lamo395-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415584312507968002" /></a>Big Kahlua lamp<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMG5OnYV1xzNQXhr1fwFY75PM_cIv1sm8JlKxY6P5_Kju6ShvnDc5qkcj0dphGZUcIt29zLSqrNIOYrUuHsbOQg3y7Ab6Bb2YoiV8jM7TH8dFIT7H6S6gQHn69hIx0FjHELNHlA/s1600-h/sled-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMG5OnYV1xzNQXhr1fwFY75PM_cIv1sm8JlKxY6P5_Kju6ShvnDc5qkcj0dphGZUcIt29zLSqrNIOYrUuHsbOQg3y7Ab6Bb2YoiV8jM7TH8dFIT7H6S6gQHn69hIx0FjHELNHlA/s320/sled-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415583230447173426" /></a><strong>Howard St. - Kirkwood “Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br /> This large sale in front of a large two manor house is more or less a perennial sale. My justification for calling it that is that the sign is reused about every six months and a lot of the same goods are put out in the yard. I considered just driving past but I noticed a sled under the sign. Since there were warnings of possible snow flurries (just flurries not accumulation) I had to give the seller credit for using the sled to attract business. This time the seller appeared to have a lot more camo clothing than in past sales. Repeated items included two stoves placed in the middle of the lawn. I took a photo then thanked the seller for his nice display and bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Knox St. Grant Park “Moving Sale” </strong><br /><br /> This sale was sensibly inside a small house located on a dead end street. The real estate sign in the yard said ”I am larger than I look” I was not sure if this referred to the selling agent or the home. But it may have been the later since the home did appear larger once I ventured past the miniscule living room. At the time I arrived the estate was nearly depleted and a few Latino families were walking off with what little remained of the home’s furnishing. I did find a framed drawing a disturbed young girl in a back room. Other than this there was not much left to buy and I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDcv7F-YC75s37c5WjiTZlJC2rmfs1KLMGx5pVXOvxXPdFtqRiSzv_6Ah4bhVqQQkQR7s1RAPn3b2sshsGGix-wfaG_iDM89U2MxzLDb7jhQxyRdyjF1rbwrokVg5HwBo9mvmFA/s1600-h/art6402-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDcv7F-YC75s37c5WjiTZlJC2rmfs1KLMGx5pVXOvxXPdFtqRiSzv_6Ah4bhVqQQkQR7s1RAPn3b2sshsGGix-wfaG_iDM89U2MxzLDb7jhQxyRdyjF1rbwrokVg5HwBo9mvmFA/s320/art6402-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415582924121201906" /></a>Art found in nearly empty house.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4SHZbWC5lMCORxM5xXPEVjYKUPt3baXN9tMGnbl44lyH9bCOh97kP9zxKEyKNzhkfFXrMTG94LfCMQsOeTQv8Y13QEyzDs1wAMoIzDZ8c-HZYjywyw44aGPVXfqKUO7ay5FyFw/s1600-h/projectors410-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4SHZbWC5lMCORxM5xXPEVjYKUPt3baXN9tMGnbl44lyH9bCOh97kP9zxKEyKNzhkfFXrMTG94LfCMQsOeTQv8Y13QEyzDs1wAMoIzDZ8c-HZYjywyw44aGPVXfqKUO7ay5FyFw/s320/projectors410-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415582601210795522" /></a><strong>Hobart Dr. Grant Park “Moving Sale” </strong><br /><br />My final stop of the day was inside a tiny house on the south end of Grant Park. The sale was instigated by the economy as the seller was being forced to move, as her landlord was moving back into this property due to the downturn in the real estate market. The host of the sale was an artist who creates robot like sculptures from found objects. She desperately needed to weed her collection of old hardware and mechanical devices to move into a smaller space. She had already cleared a considerable amount of her assemblage ingredients by the time I arrived. But the small living room still contained a large collection of old audio-visual devices including dated slide and film projectors, old speakers and various mechanical items rescued from scrap heaps. One stand out† item in the home was a life-sized model of a human spine. More run of the mill items needed to be gotten rid of included books, Cds and some outdated computer hardware.<br />I bought nothing but sympathized with the spatial issues of creating art from discarded materials. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSrpuWmcgy6h4O_Ide63YM71kX5cYglf0SqQRrrNItn6-CDGPqn6Eehg8tiAvxLfiaL3wTWEXvu7DQ2kBYEi9dV9z7daXwvy_IzAaumNSTpVnHM0HO219jnOyX17OY8TWKr55oow/s1600-h/spine404-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSrpuWmcgy6h4O_Ide63YM71kX5cYglf0SqQRrrNItn6-CDGPqn6Eehg8tiAvxLfiaL3wTWEXvu7DQ2kBYEi9dV9z7daXwvy_IzAaumNSTpVnHM0HO219jnOyX17OY8TWKr55oow/s320/spine404-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415582594410039906" /></a>A yard sale with backbone.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-28318523068120334642009-12-06T07:38:00.000-08:002009-12-09T14:06:25.703-08:00One more yard sale...My own! 11/20/09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0NHvh7yvpZnfSjYAVQNHYxC91r3ePXbRkIVc4HefSDJrvbUvq_EEuU1GKqSEA0CIQ91eef7RNll9ndF9fWi8Q3U4d1sjoKh14n-ODLKhXZyVri_RQSIBiysu-zho-gHP62aprA/s1600-h/shoppers-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0NHvh7yvpZnfSjYAVQNHYxC91r3ePXbRkIVc4HefSDJrvbUvq_EEuU1GKqSEA0CIQ91eef7RNll9ndF9fWi8Q3U4d1sjoKh14n-ODLKhXZyVri_RQSIBiysu-zho-gHP62aprA/s320/shoppers-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412150584567610306" /></a>For too many years of my life I’ve gone to yard sales. In the past five years I’ve documented week by week my experiences at sales in this web site. But for all my infatuation with other people’s stuff I disdain having yard sales of my own stuff. There are many reasons for this the primary principle being that if I am hosting a sale I can’t go to whatever other sales are happening. There is also the factor that I don’t know if I am making good decisions about what I am getting rid of. But after weeks of consideration I decided to gather my unwanted and unneeded belongings and place them in my yard for all to see and hope to end the day with some cash and lots more room in my home. Clutter has been accumulating at my home. Like most Americans it is inevitable. Even thought my byword has been “I bought nothing” things have been creeping in and slowly taking away what free space I have in my home. I also wanted to apply my long over due “two year policy”. The rule states, if I have not used something in two years then it’s time to get rid of it. Thus anything packed away, stored under the bed, stuffed into a closet or rotting away in my storage shed must be divested. In truth there was a lot of stuff that was far over the two-year limit.<br /> Accumulation happens insidiously. It creeps up on you month after month. The clothing I put on sale had been in the back of my closet taking up room. The bulk of it was shirts I had bought over the years at yard sales as well as thrift stores. Some were too large, others too small, some hung poorly others appeared perennially wrinkled. Over the past few years getting dressed I would grab one of these shirts out of the closet put it on, look at myself then recall why I did not like it. I would then place the item back on its hanger where it remained ill fitting and wrinkled for months to come. Hard goods in my home had a different staying power. Until the recent deluge and monsoon like raining season began I had kept a closet full of electronics that ran from a small audio mixer to assorted old camera gear in a small closet. The increase in moisture resulted in a wild outbreak of mildew that threatened the life and value of these objects. For the past two months a dresser in our spare bedroom was covered in these items as I sought a refuge from the mold attack. I considered that most of the stuff was most profitable if sold on EBay but I never got around to posting an ad. So the mixer, some camera gear, a guitar tuner and various other gadgets went into the sale pile.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSBWSqnMH8ZrR3zoHbrbKKDCqJYDvR-8Z8VpgXLoSIUXuDSPlL7fdm4uQEu1KIg94UUt30F359LrrDDW671RERQy2MRozrdORad4ATo1CfppXCBDR3wEK-OQTnb-QM7YbJIjLW7g/s1600-h/art-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSBWSqnMH8ZrR3zoHbrbKKDCqJYDvR-8Z8VpgXLoSIUXuDSPlL7fdm4uQEu1KIg94UUt30F359LrrDDW671RERQy2MRozrdORad4ATo1CfppXCBDR3wEK-OQTnb-QM7YbJIjLW7g/s320/art-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412148911056004050" /></a>A bit different was the collection of commemorative plates I had stashed away in a high kitchen cabinet. I had a difficult time determining if there was any value associated with the commemorative plates. Perusing pages of EBay sales I had no grasp if my plate for Christus Gardens had any worth or if there was a market for it. (If the Gatlinburg roadside religious site goes out of business perhaps the value will increase). Other plates in my collection celebrate Pocahontas, Iowa and The Durham North Carolina Centennial. These among a dozen others I would lovingly display them on a table on my front porch, as they were items of rare beauty. I had a few oddities a machete in a hand tooled leather case from panama that we inherited from Cindy’s father, a painting of zombies and cockroaches (I had purchased this for my yard sales show at the Atlanta Contemporary Arts Center a few years ago) and the Mary Mag Powrs magnetic doll house. I had purchased this about a year ago with the intention of creating some artwork from it. I also had a lot of the usual fodder I see divested every week a redundant inkjet printer, tennis rackets, a cassette deck, cassette tapes, CDs and books.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRsdL6u57CNookQ-L9xnMRtINk3YufjtvMBGMXn1f2w_p-sNUIMvu4UngpkAxxzQhHv49PCWmIIzNo4dhRrpWc7sBezojC1TQnHVzJpm2xyH_WBQrJgVyHjvAC3iBIMTQoA4vY4g/s1600-h/santa-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRsdL6u57CNookQ-L9xnMRtINk3YufjtvMBGMXn1f2w_p-sNUIMvu4UngpkAxxzQhHv49PCWmIIzNo4dhRrpWc7sBezojC1TQnHVzJpm2xyH_WBQrJgVyHjvAC3iBIMTQoA4vY4g/s320/santa-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412150582492396818" /></a>The largest and most space consuming item I needed to get rid off was a collection of blow mold Christmas figures. I have not displayed the set in over two years and they were beginning to become decrepit while in storage. Worse among them was an old plastic Santa that squirrel had built a nest inside of while it was stored in the rafters of the backyard shed. I was once proud of this display and at one time they were pictured in Creative Loafing in an article on bad Xmas décor. But our front yard landscaping had changed and we could no longer properly exhibit them. In addition I no longer cared to provide such elegant housing for tree rodents.<br />I spent most of the week sorting the clutter. Friday evening I priced and sorted and placed stuff by the door and some on my screen in porch. <br />I had been discussing my sale plans on Facebook for over a week. I did not place a Craiglists ad until early Saturday morning and around 7:30 I sent Cindy out to place 4 or 5 posters on utility poles around the neighborhood.<br />I had the good pretty much assembled in my front yard and on my porch by 7:30. The signs and warned early birds to stay away as the sale was to open at 9 A.M. While I was ready I still wanted time to contemplate the sale take photos and relax.<br />The first early bird showed up a few minutes before eight. He was a crazed looking bearded man driving a SUV (but aren’t they all). When he approached I told him we open at eight. He stared at me with a crazed look and said “don’t you want to sell these things”. I replied, “yes after nine please come back them” He stood his ground and gave me a hateful look. I told him to leave. Cindy then went inside, as the tension appeared to escalate. Get off my property I demanded. He turned and left for his vehicle, but then he began cruising around the block giving me threatening looks as he passed. He continued doing this for fifteen minutes when he did not show up again I presumed he was tearing down our signs.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7hHI6jUh9W9Z2_Un_8HWCM9rs7-IvlxrMvUFxw4YSc5HiXXOn0jwI77a4DiCdGkkLYU1oObJZTxXGlb6p5YAmj2Sxl4Lr94ikiaqGQNVTu9sOqm0XgPVSCUsOaFYPUeOfzb4PQ/s1600-h/buyer-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7hHI6jUh9W9Z2_Un_8HWCM9rs7-IvlxrMvUFxw4YSc5HiXXOn0jwI77a4DiCdGkkLYU1oObJZTxXGlb6p5YAmj2Sxl4Lr94ikiaqGQNVTu9sOqm0XgPVSCUsOaFYPUeOfzb4PQ/s320/buyer-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412148920120471634" /></a>We did open a little before nine and a healthy stream of far more sane appearing individuals descending upon the sale. My first sale was to a reseller who purchased the machete, an animal cage and a few other items. I spoke with him about his business. He told me he made a fair income from reselling but admitted the business was getting harder with less good stuff appearing and more competition at sales. He primarily sold thru online ads but only sold locally. He experienced some bad experiences dealing with shipping and payment from remote customers. While he bought all manner of odds and ends his main interest was military memorabilia and jewelry. He did find on old brass emblem from a sergeant’s hat in a box of cheap jewelry I had.<br /><br />The event turned into a more social affair by mid morning when friends arrived. I had wished I had gone the extra effort and prepared Irish Coffees for those visiting since I am such a fan and supporter of sales featuring alcoholic beverages. But in my haste to set up I had forgotten the evening before to purchase the proper ingredients. <br />The social aspects for me were the most redeeming portions of the sale. I also found it was harder to document a sale while I was also hosting it. I was somewhat disappointed in the quality of work I shot by days end. Perhaps I was expecting more. I made a little less than I expected but made enough to cover the cost of flying to West Palm Beach for the holidays. (Ground cost not included). I did not sell the nativity set on Saturday but someone did call and purchased it on Sunday. The remaining stuff went to the street and to Value Village. <br />I fell cleansed and redeemed to have gotten rid of this stuff. As I write weeks later I have no regrets. But I did keep the commemorative plates they are back hiding in a high kitchen cabinet. I may display them one day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTUM2rpSPxlb4A157Ju0VB9_-y8Fh4buFzMkvSncLgZUV8dWDlPe5iNuBMmTMDHwR5UFSfWbaTTz9nja6mlp1pZxZej9w6kZNDY7GcG46FEwFErwwRFb32UdU7Q30QdZpuXMw0A/s1600-h/wisemen-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTUM2rpSPxlb4A157Ju0VB9_-y8Fh4buFzMkvSncLgZUV8dWDlPe5iNuBMmTMDHwR5UFSfWbaTTz9nja6mlp1pZxZej9w6kZNDY7GcG46FEwFErwwRFb32UdU7Q30QdZpuXMw0A/s320/wisemen-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412150588498090850" /></a>Wisemen that no longer fit in front yard.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UZ92tmYnblOOMySBta9XlM-V1UiS2ygqzBgfp5Ptgk1S8Dvt-THs3OiK5l5jpff8LFhfXg7Jhk6i2FpI7Nv69OhmvyCiSHYN4LVHyx6jM09p-nHs4MsacgSvI4-WCurvV4FhHA/s1600-h/pink-tv-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UZ92tmYnblOOMySBta9XlM-V1UiS2ygqzBgfp5Ptgk1S8Dvt-THs3OiK5l5jpff8LFhfXg7Jhk6i2FpI7Nv69OhmvyCiSHYN4LVHyx6jM09p-nHs4MsacgSvI4-WCurvV4FhHA/s320/pink-tv-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412150576388982690" /></a>Properly labeled old electronic device.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5r13SxsD6Dmlf8GFfMoqDBSQeQCtPAu9GKq_PxxK_cH7BmLXmYzopUANGVeOC9HFIvdKCU2T3cdbEZ3eWQApUjyQ2babYTgkrzuKWqZ9cc0Mb19jmMMYCD7Zzb935cEjDzIueAg/s1600-h/doll-machete-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5r13SxsD6Dmlf8GFfMoqDBSQeQCtPAu9GKq_PxxK_cH7BmLXmYzopUANGVeOC9HFIvdKCU2T3cdbEZ3eWQApUjyQ2babYTgkrzuKWqZ9cc0Mb19jmMMYCD7Zzb935cEjDzIueAg/s320/doll-machete-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412148925214022082" /></a>Machete and baby Jesus lovingly displayed.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXd5Ch8HT_QNQyupgm5PFM54bruOc8uaImqwy6mVff-XtA0mEUukhz7g63vuhIvk04AzNNYDGvshNJA2qRYbVNB5LdmvKwghEZKkoDZpu8qtduY4fR3YZb_UlEPOndTLT4ItOoqw/s1600-h/gloria-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXd5Ch8HT_QNQyupgm5PFM54bruOc8uaImqwy6mVff-XtA0mEUukhz7g63vuhIvk04AzNNYDGvshNJA2qRYbVNB5LdmvKwghEZKkoDZpu8qtduY4fR3YZb_UlEPOndTLT4ItOoqw/s320/gloria-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412148922114131090" /></a>Happy buyer of Xmas decor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLESiQgieO3X6Y175Gk8fgvNCFaRqah-TObWCmPZYfXc3F-x5061NTfs3Qth_9CUJFV9lUezuQZNkFgdrjjZR2zouHiMXSZRU11xChph_BFfg8j66cfJEIj0RwEZ1v8uXzsUIEQ/s1600-h/photo-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLESiQgieO3X6Y175Gk8fgvNCFaRqah-TObWCmPZYfXc3F-x5061NTfs3Qth_9CUJFV9lUezuQZNkFgdrjjZR2zouHiMXSZRU11xChph_BFfg8j66cfJEIj0RwEZ1v8uXzsUIEQ/s320/photo-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412150574700719506" /></a>Buyers documenting the sale of Cindy Zarrilli artwork.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuqh2dqLv5RhdHPdCGZmJXmO3Bh3WNRBdM0DJbneP2e4XahHHH9UFVBoXYO0oWi4YcVVbJhugSZ3lXtUZ22qRupYf1mov4qu8sH8QcwenZnc9IaVm0dGllZU044jBFHY5fta7brg/s1600-h/baby+a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuqh2dqLv5RhdHPdCGZmJXmO3Bh3WNRBdM0DJbneP2e4XahHHH9UFVBoXYO0oWi4YcVVbJhugSZ3lXtUZ22qRupYf1mov4qu8sH8QcwenZnc9IaVm0dGllZU044jBFHY5fta7brg/s320/baby+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412148913161305282" /></a>New owner of Baby Jesus.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-484651240185169062009-11-17T03:30:00.001-08:002009-11-17T15:12:57.880-08:00Searching for a tree 11/7/09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Mw6aSCEQoiSrK7LhmqQ37vOOL7yJ8GsAq9U0OTXtlaVJ-fidqdl5CMMV4ndwI9KK-Orjl6fhAbTsFWeL9_dODoAG0A_XhekOln-ISVzuIg-lslR25bb65NrI4yG_UmCS6hDQ8w/s1600/guitar-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Mw6aSCEQoiSrK7LhmqQ37vOOL7yJ8GsAq9U0OTXtlaVJ-fidqdl5CMMV4ndwI9KK-Orjl6fhAbTsFWeL9_dODoAG0A_XhekOln-ISVzuIg-lslR25bb65NrI4yG_UmCS6hDQ8w/s320/guitar-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405034203057684818" /></a>This morning I talked Cindy into coming along with me on my neighborhood junket of yard sales. I needed to fine some materials to make a Christmas Tree from recycled materials (a fancy word for discarded crap) for the Forever Green, GreenArt Eco-Tree show at Whitespace Gallery next month. Cindy had already fashioned a holiday creation out of old bamboo blinds and a reed footstool. I figured this morning was my last good chance to find something.<br /><br />Our fist stop was a sale on McLendon Ave. a few blocks from our home. Like nearly every sale within the neighborhood I had been to a sale here before. The small yard was covered in a variety of clutter ranging from a pet cage to women’s clothing to an unopened package of gummy bacon. Hung in a tree was a Fender Stratocaster and one of those plastic guitars used in a popular video games were next to it was a toy pistol and a wig. I figured I could not find enough toy pistols to fashion an entire Xmas display so we bought nothing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5SpPNFbjUvfxrYTA5kk1RwJ05dXxAIfP_lXWkhMBBjbJgzGYqo5HG883O-9CdhfDUk5ZvDdyJmBsplupW5mBhOPebkxfD4YWlaZRsZIREoGLKnh4rvccVGDAhK2S8qbaKudRuGA/s1600/freestuff-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5SpPNFbjUvfxrYTA5kk1RwJ05dXxAIfP_lXWkhMBBjbJgzGYqo5HG883O-9CdhfDUk5ZvDdyJmBsplupW5mBhOPebkxfD4YWlaZRsZIREoGLKnh4rvccVGDAhK2S8qbaKudRuGA/s320/freestuff-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405034198473222850" /></a>Heading towards Decatur we stopped at a sale on Harold Byrd Avethat advertised in Craigslist that everything was free. It was kinda spooky when we got there for in the front driveway there appeared to be an abandoned garage sale. No one was in sight but the sale had a certain orderliness to it that made it seem as thought the sellers had just suddenly vanished. In the driveway was a recliner, some fireworks, an empty box that had once contained books, an orange pylon, a school desk, a beer stein and a guide for parents.<br />I considered taking the fireworks but Cindy felt they might be tampered with.<br />I took a Pentel silver marker. Maybe I could draw a tree.<br />We briefly stopped by a very boring estate sale on Scott Blvd. I had been to a sale here last year and it was equally boring. How boring was the sale? All I can remember was seeing s a hot water bottle and a bible. We bought nothing.<br />We spent some time looking for sales in East Lake and Oakhurst. After driving around looking for an estate sale in East Lake we came to this small brick home that stank of mildew. Only two rooms were open and the mostly contained dresses owned by an elderly woman and a lot of ceramic geese and swans. I felt the air in the home to be dangerous to my health and left without so much as taking one photo of a ceramic swan. <br />A sale in front of a large frame bungalow in Oakhurst was more promising. I purchased an umbrella thinking if I found about six more I could fashion some sort of tree from them. I was most impressed that the seller still had ample amounts of Halloween décor in her yard.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_zWQ40AkABC0kbD-Hi1eaWtAPK_p3Hbso_YWH7L1JUnKbysknbuWZnAClE8xOJDyi-lkEuXNANPPkgizhshPBMH6I_2-GUJzC24vrAJ1cSGsqJ34ufr4KaRreDYEXIDc3WrGDTA/s1600/witch-thing-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_zWQ40AkABC0kbD-Hi1eaWtAPK_p3Hbso_YWH7L1JUnKbysknbuWZnAClE8xOJDyi-lkEuXNANPPkgizhshPBMH6I_2-GUJzC24vrAJ1cSGsqJ34ufr4KaRreDYEXIDc3WrGDTA/s320/witch-thing-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405200190022792994" /></a>Our journey continued into Virginia Highland and Morningside where we encountered a house with this massive dummy that was part of some sort of laser tag game in front of it. The dummy was wearing a witch hat. I considered adding branches to the dummy but that was too over the top even for me. A sale in nearby morning side had a lot of very overpriced décor items none of which I could afford to turn into art. But they did have a lovely pair of golden slippers sitting atop a brass table. Under different circumstances that alone could have been an installation.<br />Our final stop was a house in Candler Park near little five points that I have been to at least three times in the past. The seller has come to recognize me as soon as I exit the car with camera in hand. There was really not much new here since the last sale aside from a wonderful painting of a horse. But as luck would have it I found a box full of sample floor tiles, each with a little hole in them. Cindy then insisted I by this wooden trellis which when inverted created the shape of a pine tree. I bought both took them home and fashioned the creation seen here. The show opens at Whitespace on December 3rd.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-PXYtcpRDfpCBb1EFMp71L5xpidC9qx1c0dQ5QOf8wEOEpB_sKmk7NjjL61w0KoQkVSTWJFXmHQVw7Xq7AURu5gHoPUPOLbTTcFG9iha4E2hGUXD8CWKPODv6t9T5BFrHPZF5A/s1600/shoes-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-PXYtcpRDfpCBb1EFMp71L5xpidC9qx1c0dQ5QOf8wEOEpB_sKmk7NjjL61w0KoQkVSTWJFXmHQVw7Xq7AURu5gHoPUPOLbTTcFG9iha4E2hGUXD8CWKPODv6t9T5BFrHPZF5A/s320/shoes-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405200185278020962" /></a>Golden slippers on a bronze table.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihIpQ7jHjcBni9L6JbFdn6w__U_zAbVs9KnX4q26aWK8e_WKUFmN5OcojNMwc2TdZfjMSTkLj28gEfVnc9nkTPfRhGucwgjBVykhx_cOoUWK4HDVhjPeXg1JrW4xNBMG9Lhr7a8A/s1600/horse-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihIpQ7jHjcBni9L6JbFdn6w__U_zAbVs9KnX4q26aWK8e_WKUFmN5OcojNMwc2TdZfjMSTkLj28gEfVnc9nkTPfRhGucwgjBVykhx_cOoUWK4HDVhjPeXg1JrW4xNBMG9Lhr7a8A/s320/horse-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405034205479213010" /></a>Equine portrait in Candler Park.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmeecSA-2oS_R2g67HqYJJhyphenhyphenTIWZ3gfVnK4EBjuZggFy9lV5QAPIH6PfDGd9MjK-pw0Ahf71VHtjUSJ2VXvh3gRUVC5LUTnDNaX6my9G0XOK5U2Z1sdWUpUkxDsmx_FK8vbR20Q/s1600/tree.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmeecSA-2oS_R2g67HqYJJhyphenhyphenTIWZ3gfVnK4EBjuZggFy9lV5QAPIH6PfDGd9MjK-pw0Ahf71VHtjUSJ2VXvh3gRUVC5LUTnDNaX6my9G0XOK5U2Z1sdWUpUkxDsmx_FK8vbR20Q/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405213006523832338" /></a>The finished tree adorned with floor tile samples.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-39911342402594086342009-10-27T03:25:00.001-07:002009-10-27T14:14:50.556-07:00Saturday 10/16/09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DqtQAerKKYuRicXrbiM6CHjHJ_RRjx4emFFrpBxbtwDXzu4J2wc8wgHplyxP_GtBBR21AddCN3tTD0xw3RZujY5tj2XRXOuKLVw6AnrJFK1CFm9ur-TONg3Zrm_Y_Xj7i92TJA/s1600-h/sign-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DqtQAerKKYuRicXrbiM6CHjHJ_RRjx4emFFrpBxbtwDXzu4J2wc8wgHplyxP_GtBBR21AddCN3tTD0xw3RZujY5tj2XRXOuKLVw6AnrJFK1CFm9ur-TONg3Zrm_Y_Xj7i92TJA/s320/sign-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397224986932605282" /></a>Cindy told me this morning that I was spending far too much time looking at the same sales and the same stuff in our neighborhood. Looking back I found Cindy to be correct in recent months neighbors on nearby streets have almost come to expect me showing up with camera in hand. At one sale the seller remarked the “ I thought I guy that photographed yard sales was just a local legend” when I arrived with camera in hand to documented her clutter. Regardless I have taken a certain pride in saying that I seldom venture more than three miles from my home. So this morning I tried to avoid spending all my time really close to home and venture to the edge of the three-mile limit.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLYKo7vjc-gesUQ0_K3QOHQS5bwuB6dPGkjDbwuePV7l55-UUmL-Z6yObLppWu73YcEOZZLHf2oV7mU6FpYWrXjfyntStJV8hWda7V0OZ4m1HrjaEItPL9Axl6vuUS4hU1cjK9LQ/s1600-h/entrance-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLYKo7vjc-gesUQ0_K3QOHQS5bwuB6dPGkjDbwuePV7l55-UUmL-Z6yObLppWu73YcEOZZLHf2oV7mU6FpYWrXjfyntStJV8hWda7V0OZ4m1HrjaEItPL9Axl6vuUS4hU1cjK9LQ/s320/entrance-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397224975478198626" /></a><strong>Page Ave.- Candler Park “Yard Sale” </strong><br />(3 blocks from home)<br /> This was not a great sale and it did convince me to get outside the immediate neighborhood. Much of the contents here were clay works created by one of the sellers. There were also some household items and kitchenwares. One of the few remarkable items were several pairs of striped prison pants used as props in “Media goes to Jail” This is the second week in a row I have encountered used movie props for sale. While its good to see more film work in this city perhaps the industry is down on its luck if the props are put on sale shortly after the films release.<br />I considered the pants for a Halloween costumes but decided against it since there were no matching prison shirts and it has been getting cold lately. The seller also had some ancient Egyptian clothing but this was even scantier and we already have pharaoh-wear.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UeM7mRxKpeCNMQlQAIOsuYV9_LLrH415ix4XfIu_Pn4OROa6P3L9PDsE4SrVa3ufurS1wNXaPuEQSodxVlcWRhc2ci0ZVhpikGV-YnDBz64kK2zNpEhX1yWEppmTbbRMB7LRwQ/s1600-h/prison-pants-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UeM7mRxKpeCNMQlQAIOsuYV9_LLrH415ix4XfIu_Pn4OROa6P3L9PDsE4SrVa3ufurS1wNXaPuEQSodxVlcWRhc2ci0ZVhpikGV-YnDBz64kK2zNpEhX1yWEppmTbbRMB7LRwQ/s320/prison-pants-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397224979179611810" /></a>Medea or at least someone in a movie with Medea wore these.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNDgAKcoVk_Fl4Wav6dyAHizv4vZ_C6WVoa_5QO0S2gv1dgsrEwd_KIH7Qq1jIror-1t3QZFAQ994a_ORwPJtuB6OyMMdXjH_Fb8V0obn4oaI3_R2jvXPBv-2ABp72MhiIx3Ulg/s1600-h/sex-and-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzNDgAKcoVk_Fl4Wav6dyAHizv4vZ_C6WVoa_5QO0S2gv1dgsrEwd_KIH7Qq1jIror-1t3QZFAQ994a_ORwPJtuB6OyMMdXjH_Fb8V0obn4oaI3_R2jvXPBv-2ABp72MhiIx3Ulg/s320/sex-and-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397224982139136786" /></a><strong>Wavery Way – Inman Park “Yard Sale” </strong><br />(1.5 miles from home)<br /><br />This was the site of several sales I have been to in the past three years and some of the same stuff I had encountered in the past showed up again. The sale was being held for some charity I’ve forgotten the name of. It consisted of a driveway lined with tables of old clutter along with goods scattered on the pavement.<br />Feeling a sense of déjà vu (again) about this stuff I did not send a lot of time her but did come across a copy of Helen Gurley Brown’s LP “Lessons in Love”. The recording is a document of a forgotten era of sexuality with cuts entitled “How to behave at home when you’re misbehaving away from home” and “Getting the most from your secretary”<br />I’m not sure if the Cosmo editor sings or if it is a spoken word album.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZqZUy_-2kOxFxnueH79-DqxX52r3MSf_9ueRdSpPF_FrF2ZfLtXRK6hWStwZch6Kz94NhXUdz4fxkPidNnooxYslfYUQZ8LWYGAD2toYvgs0fu_vHXdL56TacvcoQFo_s0IdxA/s1600-h/junk-wagon-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZqZUy_-2kOxFxnueH79-DqxX52r3MSf_9ueRdSpPF_FrF2ZfLtXRK6hWStwZch6Kz94NhXUdz4fxkPidNnooxYslfYUQZ8LWYGAD2toYvgs0fu_vHXdL56TacvcoQFo_s0IdxA/s320/junk-wagon-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397225899743905010" /></a><strong>Boulevard – Old 4th Ward “Yard Sales” </strong><br />(3.5. mile from home)<br />In the parking lot of a small resale shop near Atlanta Medical Center several tables were set up in the form of a small flea market. I normally avoid these types of sales but decided to drop in anyway. One seller gave me a cup of hot cocoa so I felt obliged to stay awhile and peruse the merchandise. At one table a woman had a large sign for an elementary school. She told me it was a prop for a movie. More props I thought this is getting to be a regular thing. I also enjoyed the trailer full of jumbled goods stacked in the parking lot in the shadow of downtown sky scrapers.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFQCvUDqq5NI0e4UuDEwKbaSdszQIcWvIxeIwGDoHDO08_GB5frFGxgUmezNz7ODzqzn9Qg3Tj1IeIt5VYFjCrodwf3CYjLKB6kx0DSpqH_Jjy3w2gmgn15wul11cNSG2_FAayw/s1600-h/school-sign-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFQCvUDqq5NI0e4UuDEwKbaSdszQIcWvIxeIwGDoHDO08_GB5frFGxgUmezNz7ODzqzn9Qg3Tj1IeIt5VYFjCrodwf3CYjLKB6kx0DSpqH_Jjy3w2gmgn15wul11cNSG2_FAayw/s320/school-sign-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397225889734179490" /></a>Another movie prop.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFcQv2nkHRmOA5WDt3xL3Wr_ob_6pfSfjUm37OenwL1NNtPzeg3nMf7sGEvbFetOMQ5pradfhaSrKQt1S_SqJ6qqOYRIGPuXhJQySEG3cu-IeSD_BMnIGWXHJtNKXO9Y1kFNwIw/s1600-h/swords-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFcQv2nkHRmOA5WDt3xL3Wr_ob_6pfSfjUm37OenwL1NNtPzeg3nMf7sGEvbFetOMQ5pradfhaSrKQt1S_SqJ6qqOYRIGPuXhJQySEG3cu-IeSD_BMnIGWXHJtNKXO9Y1kFNwIw/s320/swords-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397225891336206354" /></a><strong>Argonne Ave. Midtown “Epic Yard Sale” </strong><br />(4 mile from home) <br /><br />The hyperbola of this sale put me in a good frame of mind. I was several neighborhoods removed from Lake Claire and four miles made things seem different. The sale was not that big just a moderate amount of stuff meticulously arranged in a small front yard. Among an array of neatly lined up kitchenwares I encountered a box of very dangerous looking martial arts weapons. The seller said that people kept giving him these things. I had the seller pose with some sharp objects. <br /> Also at the sale was a small vibrating brown paper bag entitled “Thing in a Bag” they gave me a demonstration of it’s movement across a table while I visited.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBXtQkbJXjq5r9QMXvH8T4Z5mRO9fCxH4SzCQ3Af9cDZ8Ty2pw7cOAZFDtlSb3IVKmT68Z7G8PvDF0j_lUsWIPe4PwIxDo2quJYmpkY6hGGUyfet95s-sVmPGExMvo9TCJ_zPuA/s1600-h/killer-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBXtQkbJXjq5r9QMXvH8T4Z5mRO9fCxH4SzCQ3Af9cDZ8Ty2pw7cOAZFDtlSb3IVKmT68Z7G8PvDF0j_lUsWIPe4PwIxDo2quJYmpkY6hGGUyfet95s-sVmPGExMvo9TCJ_zPuA/s320/killer-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397227215293917762" /></a>The seller said people kept giving him books like this.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPY3j7bNTBSwgGwkAQgUmCiT4sbxY521OCvUopM6PLs1hu6NCP31a4UK4kAE5VgjtqJj-3WhGvhs_4Qlm9TDT8xf1QB2PYIZcdci6NWG8NodoVQ3B8Lmtz2ao_IqBb3wGoJMEJQ/s1600-h/thing-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPY3j7bNTBSwgGwkAQgUmCiT4sbxY521OCvUopM6PLs1hu6NCP31a4UK4kAE5VgjtqJj-3WhGvhs_4Qlm9TDT8xf1QB2PYIZcdci6NWG8NodoVQ3B8Lmtz2ao_IqBb3wGoJMEJQ/s320/thing-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397225897794935138" /></a>The vibrating thing in a bag.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0_kqxDbrRFjfQHvsP-wwxgxrmWlct4Etss99pwsP32fxY-I9tAZFyXlzqjk9p9OqWm2uyxnP2HK99XII9rG1rTY7LsaB5rqW2wes10DHIekAT93_2wVFGLc7bwpdczDdEn-ahg/s1600-h/licking-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg0_kqxDbrRFjfQHvsP-wwxgxrmWlct4Etss99pwsP32fxY-I9tAZFyXlzqjk9p9OqWm2uyxnP2HK99XII9rG1rTY7LsaB5rqW2wes10DHIekAT93_2wVFGLc7bwpdczDdEn-ahg/s320/licking-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397226613801092706" /></a><strong>Greenwood Ave. – Searsview “Loft Sale”</strong><br />(3.5 miles from home)<br /> This was a sale in the parking lot of a converted commercial building now being sold as upscale lofts. When I began taking pictures of the accumulated clutter (most of which was new stuff) one shopper started posing with her dog trying to get her pet to lick her face in the photo. Other sellers had dogs as well but they were not posing. Among the clutter golf clubs, tote bags, carpets throw pillows and candles.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdx7ua3G1LCBPlh_24x9BBDXcFOn1P_3MwWthyphenhyphenzllj54ggg6eOrFD3O2KMHGX12nAUfUe2XPY8H49S_KZQBx9Qbtp52tuTZ0jG2fmDHNefjCP4mvIVldk466ZNTS18GEfe6pGYQ/s1600-h/dogs-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdx7ua3G1LCBPlh_24x9BBDXcFOn1P_3MwWthyphenhyphenzllj54ggg6eOrFD3O2KMHGX12nAUfUe2XPY8H49S_KZQBx9Qbtp52tuTZ0jG2fmDHNefjCP4mvIVldk466ZNTS18GEfe6pGYQ/s320/dogs-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397227220213906658" /></a>More dogs at loft sale.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLB6k5p-YYLgMLtED3k6uaol0DEjwZjd1tmNOy9OTjyEoQqXT3miP6AUWEbPLKUM9QqUIYAnLrglfOsKFw34cmFbHd8okRvFoIxLL87WQ9ibGkKsm98p7hphnPdIrMH9cN0pFA3Q/s1600-h/me-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLB6k5p-YYLgMLtED3k6uaol0DEjwZjd1tmNOy9OTjyEoQqXT3miP6AUWEbPLKUM9QqUIYAnLrglfOsKFw34cmFbHd8okRvFoIxLL87WQ9ibGkKsm98p7hphnPdIrMH9cN0pFA3Q/s320/me-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397227197061439250" /></a>It's about me. Item lying on the pavement on Greenwood Ave.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDqa6UqjTWv4_XG6c1H1h74xGLGsjA_QX_ln7FAOBh6O1bNatSsyz5mjvF03lg218R1LvnacOUc9ywhCsL1TmKkv25jMNIesxeKSvqDiD_m8XXqfDuSz-JllXJ409_AqeCl6DAA/s1600-h/greenwoodview-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibDqa6UqjTWv4_XG6c1H1h74xGLGsjA_QX_ln7FAOBh6O1bNatSsyz5mjvF03lg218R1LvnacOUc9ywhCsL1TmKkv25jMNIesxeKSvqDiD_m8XXqfDuSz-JllXJ409_AqeCl6DAA/s320/greenwoodview-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397390469041630434" /></a><strong>Greenwood Ave. – Virginia Highlands “Yard Sale” </strong> (3 miles from home)<br /> This as a lot of older and dirtier stuff that appeared to be pulled out of a damp basement. While I appreciated the jumble of clutter here I’ve seen too much dampness in the last few weeks.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWokquVbrsD6ck_BS-U5DND3i8wMlVwUh8M8WwbFmMQ28HHmcqvqrVox1DZQWWqiINgRHV12OQA0AXmNNJIdfX6ejA3pY2GoJpUQtR4YZ9IEsjS9A-jM8ZBKcHvJYY9nkF4XqyA/s1600-h/truck-chairs-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWokquVbrsD6ck_BS-U5DND3i8wMlVwUh8M8WwbFmMQ28HHmcqvqrVox1DZQWWqiINgRHV12OQA0AXmNNJIdfX6ejA3pY2GoJpUQtR4YZ9IEsjS9A-jM8ZBKcHvJYY9nkF4XqyA/s320/truck-chairs-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397227203729036930" /></a><strong>St. Charles – Virginia Highlands “Moving Sale” </strong><br />(3 miles from home)<br /> This home may be the last unrestored home in the neighborhood. The seller was very nice but was pressuring me a bit too much to by the rolls of photo backdrop paper he had for sale. All the stuff in his yard was old - old furniture, an old bicycle, old books, old Tupperware, old TV. While I liked the sale as a bit of a throwback to old Virginia Highlands I also found it a bit depressing. Worth nothing was the sign on the back of the old pickup truck for the sale was converted from a sign for a tap dance studio. Sadly there were no tap shoes to be found here.<br />I bought nothing.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-27205752884168609902009-10-20T06:30:00.000-07:002009-10-20T06:49:20.294-07:00A few small sales and one man’s domain…. 10/3/09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtyPQI3dTxtwzVt2qZmPfx31hlRrBJNU9DE3ZyYQX1oOQWpku6MmXTOqBBtRFrJVDGSMOUD_cYtxXcFAicIrE8m39w8bp7rtHcqeGb1QKG5eFJwX9QOFdCTB7dttPe-GM-dqA8A/s1600-h/electricity-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtyPQI3dTxtwzVt2qZmPfx31hlRrBJNU9DE3ZyYQX1oOQWpku6MmXTOqBBtRFrJVDGSMOUD_cYtxXcFAicIrE8m39w8bp7rtHcqeGb1QKG5eFJwX9QOFdCTB7dttPe-GM-dqA8A/s320/electricity-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394675464642508098" /></a>There was not a lot going on this morning and for reason I cannot recall at this time I was not in any way organized to encounter whatever treasures and surprises might await me. My first stop was several small totally unmemorable sales on Elmira St. Where I encountered boxing gloves, old VHS tapes (aren’t they all old at this time) a child’s rendering of Electricity on canvas, some old televisions and a sump pump. Considering that only two weeks ago the city was flooding I consider the sump pump the most notable find of the batch. Considering this its remarkable I recall anything.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0CGCLlLGd6HRXl3GNjB15Zb98gx6Fd0QnvGk9CahdaZMWNDzHDiMYAYYgjxHlIGxUlvzBxfBeOrg05Oy4Ez3lpBvsgAdTSpxy9W8hoZNP_gDnfOruMs_cPBSVccL_OImIH1eFw/s1600-h/props-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0CGCLlLGd6HRXl3GNjB15Zb98gx6Fd0QnvGk9CahdaZMWNDzHDiMYAYYgjxHlIGxUlvzBxfBeOrg05Oy4Ez3lpBvsgAdTSpxy9W8hoZNP_gDnfOruMs_cPBSVccL_OImIH1eFw/s320/props-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394675472479078082" /></a>In Decatur on Melrose Pl. there was a far more interesting sale where a man was selling off a number of movie props including faux whiskey bottles and some old ugly luggage from the film “We Are Marshall”. I don’t know who would want to own old ugly 70’s style baggage from a film depicting the plane crash of a sports team, perhaps fans of aircraft disasters? He also had signs and stickers from some other film that would allow anyone to turn your car into a Washington DC cab. On a table was a collection of miniature furniture. To the best of my knowledge it was not used in a remake of The Incredible Shrinking Man.<br />I bought some miniature floor coverings for some unknown reason and another buyer gave me some card stock she had purchased. I will use it for making new library cards.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHM9JNbB4TcNhWLMba8Y8uQJQ0LHCtKx-Z1lRZKPAXgsRyKhPFUEvlhyphenhyphenPRCkzUwt4LJ1C6JlwHF2gcVBhrF0GCjXtEvhgIMRqDWNlg7fh5yuG80sq4BwZRSMIaN2rQ5oBRjeLLZA/s1600-h/2sided-sign-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHM9JNbB4TcNhWLMba8Y8uQJQ0LHCtKx-Z1lRZKPAXgsRyKhPFUEvlhyphenhyphenPRCkzUwt4LJ1C6JlwHF2gcVBhrF0GCjXtEvhgIMRqDWNlg7fh5yuG80sq4BwZRSMIaN2rQ5oBRjeLLZA/s320/2sided-sign-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394675454302106242" /></a>After driving around through light rain and failing to find several advertised sales I came across a self-claimed estate sale in Morningside. The sale was a dreadful collection of stuff not even worth photographing in the garage of a new infill house. But I did notice that their sale sign had been retrofitted from an old John McCain campaign sign.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-gO2uBz5f1jgQy7TxbugzOE8QrTtu4fe9Z2MsT3NHMsbha3VS9IRqLCKDwGIk_WLOSqm9dAs50Cp8N-84Bc93CtIZYeyxjG-xUNt84IlhCxeFBqqty4jdZvBl_4WE1wI17ummQ/s1600-h/view-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-gO2uBz5f1jgQy7TxbugzOE8QrTtu4fe9Z2MsT3NHMsbha3VS9IRqLCKDwGIk_WLOSqm9dAs50Cp8N-84Bc93CtIZYeyxjG-xUNt84IlhCxeFBqqty4jdZvBl_4WE1wI17ummQ/s320/view-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394677019533129186" /></a><strong>Vedado Way – Midtown “Collectors Estate Sale”</strong><br />When I approached this house I anticipated that it would be one of those homes filled with antiques run by an antique gallery owner wanabee. Inside it appeared to be what I had suspected but something seemed to be off. The walls covered in far too many painting and the shelves and mantels bedecked in a countless assortment of objects d’art seem to be part of a home that was lived in. After perusing the home I spoke to an older, near toothless gentleman seated on the front porch. He told me that this was indeed a house that had been lived in and that the massive collection inside was that of a Dr. Smith (no relation to the Dr. Smith of Lost in Space fame) a bon vivant who loved buying things. Upon a second tour of the domicile I noticed that the late physician had a special knack for picking of images of men in all forms. While not lewd (but some perhaps slightly suggestive) it was a collection to behold and I was sorry I did not come buy two days earlier when the sale began. For on that day said Dr. Smith’s acquaintance remarked the place had three-times as much stuff as was displayed today. While the male images stood out there was considerable more stuff in this home old medical magazines, bags of silverware, yellowed appliances with large NO signs taped to them, a selection of old military uniforms and many leather bound books.<br />On a fine antique piano was a portrait of the estate owner. I told the gentleman on the porch I had initially mistaken it for a photograph of Tennessee Williams.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEF7nwxGn1qxT89Ao7fggzUT2QVvxZKlE5stU8ghPRl-OuMOSXsYlKoSHHWwLw3-10r6akHa_9ROzE6Aq2WZ_XyRsD9c8EW6AkMfSiJApsZBWenzW9M2442CHLnXaMkZ7uw57_zQ/s1600-h/mantle-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEF7nwxGn1qxT89Ao7fggzUT2QVvxZKlE5stU8ghPRl-OuMOSXsYlKoSHHWwLw3-10r6akHa_9ROzE6Aq2WZ_XyRsD9c8EW6AkMfSiJApsZBWenzW9M2442CHLnXaMkZ7uw57_zQ/s320/mantle-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394676608553662274" /></a>Inside the home of Dr. Smith.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfpf62sYU5Y2EyHfm9iy7I0Dt81fGeA1m3jaiRIy_PhOvWnsEBIn2M8x0tNC3-iyidfDUIb7h-cV_s4s7VOPJyGYUrXoW1K_CgapyM-WRoVtYCewUqENdAAQFX0Y6gZd_z9l1RQ/s1600-h/kitchen-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlfpf62sYU5Y2EyHfm9iy7I0Dt81fGeA1m3jaiRIy_PhOvWnsEBIn2M8x0tNC3-iyidfDUIb7h-cV_s4s7VOPJyGYUrXoW1K_CgapyM-WRoVtYCewUqENdAAQFX0Y6gZd_z9l1RQ/s320/kitchen-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394676606601429762" /></a>Appliances not for sale.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaxrZM_qQQBRIB-pAI1RvxNDhQxp20eckxqCkaGotfXuwknpl5JQYTBa07vP3PWVRmzdqrw4JkLWsht73HKmXFGOpqPiS2njP_u5Qm6p11Tepfu9-uIcuu6MqBxIvFzJOPcbzByQ/s1600-h/figurines-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaxrZM_qQQBRIB-pAI1RvxNDhQxp20eckxqCkaGotfXuwknpl5JQYTBa07vP3PWVRmzdqrw4JkLWsht73HKmXFGOpqPiS2njP_u5Qm6p11Tepfu9-uIcuu6MqBxIvFzJOPcbzByQ/s320/figurines-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394676597043741074" /></a>Figurines found in estate.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjto0N14bn3MNYQ3Wdcjetq74BlUiMeJFaGxO8QC8cPweGi9urQTCNd0cNZnsTI2JN36hSaMxY1JVP1lEO_ggXiz2ttfMYJdq6Oo_TfaVscNUnnC9MdY8BCNzAIs76vcRGuCz6qOA/s1600-h/clinical-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjto0N14bn3MNYQ3Wdcjetq74BlUiMeJFaGxO8QC8cPweGi9urQTCNd0cNZnsTI2JN36hSaMxY1JVP1lEO_ggXiz2ttfMYJdq6Oo_TfaVscNUnnC9MdY8BCNzAIs76vcRGuCz6qOA/s320/clinical-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394676589655348610" /></a>Old medical ephemera.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZMGUfgJDDfUuJkflGBNklHbCe-jo-pqvAxPP4ZDEMKuT-F1TwUZUY2DYsQiSsBC2fbtqUucBOWiKuNz4zTSEr-sUa0ops6PhrWTy-XIcejguUVZX-fuJn8qsg2D1603GyPPAOQg/s1600-h/uniforms-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZMGUfgJDDfUuJkflGBNklHbCe-jo-pqvAxPP4ZDEMKuT-F1TwUZUY2DYsQiSsBC2fbtqUucBOWiKuNz4zTSEr-sUa0ops6PhrWTy-XIcejguUVZX-fuJn8qsg2D1603GyPPAOQg/s320/uniforms-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394677009966269954" /></a>Collected uniforms of nearly all branches of the armed services.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDpBj6aWel-EKf6R8hCEoORUtX41UnN5HJS0tppGWsTbm5uB2xWNow2kI6WGi_86VRANtw-3XrZsY6UHICmfxUg7eXdkgEp2ME-8uNE6qhS6uceoFahhLGQRnFKkyub-d0hU9Yw/s1600-h/smith-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDpBj6aWel-EKf6R8hCEoORUtX41UnN5HJS0tppGWsTbm5uB2xWNow2kI6WGi_86VRANtw-3XrZsY6UHICmfxUg7eXdkgEp2ME-8uNE6qhS6uceoFahhLGQRnFKkyub-d0hU9Yw/s320/smith-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394677001891825474" /></a>The late Dr. Smith, not Tennessee Williams upon the piano.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-60406175978076744802009-10-07T17:56:00.000-07:002009-10-07T18:21:58.171-07:00Community sales gone mild 9/29/07<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWYcedsfljElp_McdUkY0jeXAG5G_LcusnxrSuGEXQJLx2X-_4siJA_En2gJlZ9gtLS4Cfszzysnd5CFXbygzMcmX30odIfvM6CjQ2YI20eUSVf76S97PChBqyGn_372DXP3sGw/s1600-h/socks-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWYcedsfljElp_McdUkY0jeXAG5G_LcusnxrSuGEXQJLx2X-_4siJA_En2gJlZ9gtLS4Cfszzysnd5CFXbygzMcmX30odIfvM6CjQ2YI20eUSVf76S97PChBqyGn_372DXP3sGw/s320/socks-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390027821793632210" /></a>For some reason whenever there are community wide yard sale event I feel compelled to go and spend several hours perusing an endless collection of small meager sales. I don’t know why this is. I should know better. There is seldom anything notable. My defense of these events is that they are not just a conglomeration of small tedious yard sales but a true community event that brings neighbors together. Community event yes but yard sale affection ado and musician James Kelly put it this way when he commented in Facebook “..."...these big organized neighborhood yard sales are set up by yuppies trying to get rid of their useless unwanted wedding gifts, and TONS of baby stuff. A waste of time...".<br />Today my own neighborhood of Lake Claire claimed to have 75 sales (I did not bother to count them) and neighboring Druid Hills also had a similar event as well.<br /><br /> This was the first highly organized event of this kind for Lake Claire. I like my neighborhood; it’s a locale of aging bohemians mixed with upscale younger families. We have the lots of green space ranging from Frazier Forest, several city parks and the Community Land Trust. There is a sound to my neighborhood, from front porch I can hear aging hippie bands playing Doobie Brothers tune, the staccato endless rhythm of drum circles, the lonesome cries of train whistles and the call of “table for party of six” outside the Flying Biscuit. It’s a pleasant place to live. This weekend I wish the 75 yard sales were as pleasant as the sounds of my neighborhood.<br /> I think I started off the wrong way. Atlanta had just gotten over days of torrential flooding rains and the Air was densely humid and warm. Warmer and more humid than I was prepared for when I left the house thinking I could cover the event on bicycle. After one block of ho hum sales I was drenched in sweat and spending more time getting on and off the bike to make it worthwhile. In the first five sales that I visited on bike I did not see one memorable thing worth photographing. Not wanting this to be more painful then it needed to be I retreated to the comfort of my Camry and cruised to the sales with the air conditioning blasting. The more I toured the area the more James Kelly’s words range true. Except that the toys far outnumbered the wedding presents. Most sales were so meager they dropped from my memory shortly after I left the premises. But while the goods were nondescript the multitudes of lemonade stands were notable. One on my street was made to resemble a tree others were simpler. But all had child-crafted charm and did offer cooling refreshment on this humid morning or boring sales.<br />Some photos depicting what I encountered.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaKJ383Mv5pDOgWsp1xjoh49ynxjt3LNUZ68H4v4dhyphenhyphenVSztiQmNjB1fSDpj48ju_eTGEqb7QYmNkl1rr6r-as4XjxgM_xMNF4P89TiX_-C-jcZV7_TqZ6F5ywtX_TaY64KkoBRw/s1600-h/sign1-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaKJ383Mv5pDOgWsp1xjoh49ynxjt3LNUZ68H4v4dhyphenhyphenVSztiQmNjB1fSDpj48ju_eTGEqb7QYmNkl1rr6r-as4XjxgM_xMNF4P89TiX_-C-jcZV7_TqZ6F5ywtX_TaY64KkoBRw/s320/sign1-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390027821479190674" /></a>Is the ladder part of the water slide?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGhhZKpt92smDNUHctV4Aoy6XWx4z8qU4rCoQe0-ECR-Gu1TRapwk3cMll0IDQzHiV-ksZ0RYaZx7ktv1Ddfb0fbZOCEqc-OvI8fo3hEAu67SZaFubk5LGfZt4hF5RkaReTfZ8g/s1600-h/nativity+a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGhhZKpt92smDNUHctV4Aoy6XWx4z8qU4rCoQe0-ECR-Gu1TRapwk3cMll0IDQzHiV-ksZ0RYaZx7ktv1Ddfb0fbZOCEqc-OvI8fo3hEAu67SZaFubk5LGfZt4hF5RkaReTfZ8g/s320/nativity+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390027813156635362" /></a>This is from a little know Christian sect that has a nativity sans Holy Family.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRdO9W9mBlQdXBawVkKkH-7EfUSj-kaYp33ZoFn9Dn3xqoqV3qIsDsXwCNLoebyZJFAjde3_0P-hlcljY6UPxWa8yOmglyJhbtcUXOT2LoboKjofGfVSgsUsGgL3E5QewxaggwWA/s1600-h/lincoln+a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRdO9W9mBlQdXBawVkKkH-7EfUSj-kaYp33ZoFn9Dn3xqoqV3qIsDsXwCNLoebyZJFAjde3_0P-hlcljY6UPxWa8yOmglyJhbtcUXOT2LoboKjofGfVSgsUsGgL3E5QewxaggwWA/s320/lincoln+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390027805410977186" /></a>Lincoln and handgun together again!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxx2lYQoBdcsRClHy1s63tp1lHFtlme2ws3FrUURGMBfT6ulLeF87E0DFoX4azgvHPxutfKOu7RXfSJ_iOPtV9LU_6XvwtQf_ZakVdXtTTYdcBWoiEGKF0srXavr7DWlATF_Ybag/s1600-h/lemonade2-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxx2lYQoBdcsRClHy1s63tp1lHFtlme2ws3FrUURGMBfT6ulLeF87E0DFoX4azgvHPxutfKOu7RXfSJ_iOPtV9LU_6XvwtQf_ZakVdXtTTYdcBWoiEGKF0srXavr7DWlATF_Ybag/s320/lemonade2-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390027797179152098" /></a>Lemonade stand with canine host.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1NieMMI5kwC0_DLeqQnSo1enmc5LO4i9z4v865Rcz2UcS47NkPkXdpLru-soOjOhrT7zNFsGmYLGRczXw_HbASHboplHkXnlOrLZPCb1jU5yQwGojT47aAvukmCmtD7fBR-nSRA/s1600-h/wetsuit-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1NieMMI5kwC0_DLeqQnSo1enmc5LO4i9z4v865Rcz2UcS47NkPkXdpLru-soOjOhrT7zNFsGmYLGRczXw_HbASHboplHkXnlOrLZPCb1jU5yQwGojT47aAvukmCmtD7fBR-nSRA/s320/wetsuit-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390030812944876722" /></a>Wetsuit and Impala for sale.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfT0dXtNiT4PNNWm5Z2pSQbu0OWSns15ktFi9Y7z4vLMy7vniBWCAqtjigGjElf-bby2W7HpaveaFg3dqQD5MFHcgozLc-3MX7EcuUs0845BSay7Txa1rhIRc0B8dKBqRGpURsA/s1600-h/stove-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfT0dXtNiT4PNNWm5Z2pSQbu0OWSns15ktFi9Y7z4vLMy7vniBWCAqtjigGjElf-bby2W7HpaveaFg3dqQD5MFHcgozLc-3MX7EcuUs0845BSay7Txa1rhIRc0B8dKBqRGpURsA/s320/stove-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390030809684503234" /></a>Yuppie humor?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIhzI5K0F6lr8wfR2PmdnfThhw7LrwvSFIch487S50umwQzYjxQlVFZ3kR7lHT_-gnJ9Q8v2lWtpQ621VJaCmWCIS-Ut4llDUeuQeZ9zH-MKrxC7GxNkc2BQZnw-SP8JgNbSTx-Q/s1600-h/up-hill-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIhzI5K0F6lr8wfR2PmdnfThhw7LrwvSFIch487S50umwQzYjxQlVFZ3kR7lHT_-gnJ9Q8v2lWtpQ621VJaCmWCIS-Ut4llDUeuQeZ9zH-MKrxC7GxNkc2BQZnw-SP8JgNbSTx-Q/s320/up-hill-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390031605007484594" /></a>Druid hills was not much better. I’ve documented this annual event several times in the past five years but this year after the countless sales in Lake Claire my energy was drained. This was made worse since the first two sales I attempted were at the top of steep driveways that were nearly a quarter mile long. In addition by the time I reached most of the Druid Hills sales all the interesting stuff had been taken away. But I was happy to see the house with the two furbies once again and the seller remembered me from past visits. She said she’s considering selling the ugly talking toys on eBay. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM5XlJ4gN2CiMtDh9li8VACr08JuBmz49SzzuHVufNTmx3E1ntFyRlDdv36eNgJd3SpTAITi7wCd6hgVwwS-DJJ-J13vg7RAYT0hyphenhyphenHGrmSWUGfRQ-Lb_5L23qVny8EdiuAbzqNyg/s1600-h/costume-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM5XlJ4gN2CiMtDh9li8VACr08JuBmz49SzzuHVufNTmx3E1ntFyRlDdv36eNgJd3SpTAITi7wCd6hgVwwS-DJJ-J13vg7RAYT0hyphenhyphenHGrmSWUGfRQ-Lb_5L23qVny8EdiuAbzqNyg/s320/costume-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390031587310145106" /></a>Children's costumes in the Druid Hill<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgUxOJlsNKXoQo9rT_2X0FVPLduW0bWQ0ROu9k7zRByY-S5LI_IjeOF331gkBCfLIOcUqQF6NfZEAWL5fTG3_2oLXPEp8xfuUt5Qy0bJGfwBBiirBH81ZCYZ7s_pItz5hvLfAvQ/s1600-h/furbies-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgUxOJlsNKXoQo9rT_2X0FVPLduW0bWQ0ROu9k7zRByY-S5LI_IjeOF331gkBCfLIOcUqQF6NfZEAWL5fTG3_2oLXPEp8xfuUt5Qy0bJGfwBBiirBH81ZCYZ7s_pItz5hvLfAvQ/s320/furbies-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390031593714284466" /></a>They're ugly, they talk and you can't sell them - Furbies.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-91044702503091756212009-09-22T07:49:00.000-07:002009-09-22T07:55:48.043-07:00The deluge begins 9/19/09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJ2J4Ku_k3iIzkXPT4zg_lBUhCULt9W7OoAJktkNTZsifPBnQx9LthjvmSXn0qBdyr-07hZkzUCBsaPqj_z-Llwed-HrVoL621fWIqGyZHylV0ad23cZ8Uhg-20T-YKnTOo_-tQ/s1600-h/cancelled+rain.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSJ2J4Ku_k3iIzkXPT4zg_lBUhCULt9W7OoAJktkNTZsifPBnQx9LthjvmSXn0qBdyr-07hZkzUCBsaPqj_z-Llwed-HrVoL621fWIqGyZHylV0ad23cZ8Uhg-20T-YKnTOo_-tQ/s320/cancelled+rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384304529011728914" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Rain</strong><br /><br /> The rains that have now flooded Atlanta began shortly after I left the house on Saturday morning to explore sales. Nearly everything mentioned in Craigslist from the previous evening was cancelled. In Poncy Highlands I found one brave sole standing in the torrent under an umbrella beside a meager collection of stuff in the driveway of his home. Atop a computer desk were two large statues of the Virgin Mary. I don’t really know what to make of this especially considering the deluge that has come in the past two days. I shot the photo from inside my car.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheAnASmxldKLNmuWBLVuI1Aw6kLcVCvgz9CL1isw-0VBXZUa_S4hYwr_oHFFB1f0L0kLfygLtc6SlufEyjNDnfC0Tg5zBlTAq3kC8RX30ziXczEPV-KgvJtAWA5ufxBG8g-I21hw/s1600-h/rain+sale.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheAnASmxldKLNmuWBLVuI1Aw6kLcVCvgz9CL1isw-0VBXZUa_S4hYwr_oHFFB1f0L0kLfygLtc6SlufEyjNDnfC0Tg5zBlTAq3kC8RX30ziXczEPV-KgvJtAWA5ufxBG8g-I21hw/s320/rain+sale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384304535589273634" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-53524611114889572642009-09-22T07:31:00.001-07:002009-09-22T07:45:40.548-07:00Saturday 9/12/09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjwA8TTn30Qir70IaVjfpSYgMLYcZsku6YmY7W48jAO8FjIpYMri_QpnjHMLSyQtxZBCg0jAcprTqh3ZiV433NcmVKqeC_oJHfkdZebNObER0mFF5e2Z5mVHUjlZzKG40PjkQUQ/s1600-h/sign-3-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjwA8TTn30Qir70IaVjfpSYgMLYcZsku6YmY7W48jAO8FjIpYMri_QpnjHMLSyQtxZBCg0jAcprTqh3ZiV433NcmVKqeC_oJHfkdZebNObER0mFF5e2Z5mVHUjlZzKG40PjkQUQ/s320/sign-3-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384301605552789394" /></a> <strong>W. Parkland Dr.- Druid Hills “Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br />The two women running this sale seemed to be having a very good time ridding their homes of clutter. They had piled a large array of goods at then end of a long driveway leaning up to their house. One of the sellers seem to delight in adding more and more stuff to an ever growing free pile they had created upon the unkempt grass at the curb. In the ever expanding free pile I found a selection of very ugly coffee mugs, stacks of old copies of Nutrition Action magazine, some assorted kitchenwares and jumble of men and women’s clothing. A large orange tabby roamed about the piles and sometimes nestled in the clothing while shoppers rummaged about.<br /> The stuff for sale on tables was priced cheaply and the sellers were happy to see everything go as quickly as possible. They offered a free book with any purchase no matter how small. Among the books being sole and given away were “Sins of the fathers”, “Cold Day in Hell”, “Chicken Soup for the Woman’s Soul” “Best Puzzles in Logic and Reasoning”, “Deliverance”, “Apache Caress” and a Croatian travel guide. Assorted clutter displayed upon a series of tables included a mold testing kit, a pair of mugs shaped like moose, a game entitled Photo-opoly (Your life, your photos, your game), a portable cassette player shaped like a robot, doll furniture, glitter in assorted shapes and a large assortment of candles some of which were bent and broken. I bought a pack of Eames- House of Cards set for a gift and took a vegetarian cookbook as my free item.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwEYgZwk3592WfbWVWgE-dWVHw2RBcQwxJaZXWq6LkXTJAznx4gqRbAlCf5DDoNwy9YAf9CPf0oNSVH4Yhs9C3usxUiS4TTgytGOjEmgZGj74yf1ub6filJXDUApEYkgWrXqFFA/s1600-h/mug-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwEYgZwk3592WfbWVWgE-dWVHw2RBcQwxJaZXWq6LkXTJAznx4gqRbAlCf5DDoNwy9YAf9CPf0oNSVH4Yhs9C3usxUiS4TTgytGOjEmgZGj74yf1ub6filJXDUApEYkgWrXqFFA/s320/mug-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384301596462488162" /></a>Ugly mugs for free.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOOYifBSwYdnZFopkMkc00XOV-V5Vpb9Rc7Yz5GPxs5I4hVa8fl0qeMtYijofWVLDbP7GsY9KhLi0-uD6kGI0H7OYvI2dMy3fYhwyWBhrjfkRl2CX_LqQ99qAYgCMzawAoFnNAg/s1600-h/book-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOOYifBSwYdnZFopkMkc00XOV-V5Vpb9Rc7Yz5GPxs5I4hVa8fl0qeMtYijofWVLDbP7GsY9KhLi0-uD6kGI0H7OYvI2dMy3fYhwyWBhrjfkRl2CX_LqQ99qAYgCMzawAoFnNAg/s320/book-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384301593025729170" /></a>Reading matter, free with purchase.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5yklMSALEWnCtbstSS8nrJjKc7eW50bT3fH_3oGa1c-QBPquJwPbOzSELkxN67t_B6bdOMDkuf8uTO34m_jFu7cbCFGVpb2dm4J7sGp6BdyPYUSxk4uootuzjnAwndae_Ukm7g/s1600-h/cat-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5yklMSALEWnCtbstSS8nrJjKc7eW50bT3fH_3oGa1c-QBPquJwPbOzSELkxN67t_B6bdOMDkuf8uTO34m_jFu7cbCFGVpb2dm4J7sGp6BdyPYUSxk4uootuzjnAwndae_Ukm7g/s320/cat-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384301584068230450" /></a>Cat on the free pile.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiid5uhzHHLrrZQpd7WzJRuWCSySsQctH_cGa4ZUGfXM77GLjHzNmUSQmKWqIQbR0ut8dr41UFcVBJj7CVTZGDyQ8DZwaGCk3YK2JrF-YnPCkVqheBdCjPi7aHAyGD8Nfd2BPAWGA/s1600-h/_obama-plate-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiid5uhzHHLrrZQpd7WzJRuWCSySsQctH_cGa4ZUGfXM77GLjHzNmUSQmKWqIQbR0ut8dr41UFcVBJj7CVTZGDyQ8DZwaGCk3YK2JrF-YnPCkVqheBdCjPi7aHAyGD8Nfd2BPAWGA/s320/_obama-plate-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300196099849810" /></a><strong>East Lake Drive – Oakhurst “Community Sale” </strong><br /><br /> I never found out exactly what community this sale held outside a popular watering hole in Oakhurst was for. Here was a jumbled assortment of goods piled up upon a narrow slab of sidewalk outside the bar. There was a lot of kid’s stuff here but some very adult stuff was well thrown in for good measure. In addition there were some large household items. Laid out were two disassembled ceiling fans one still attached to a two by fours looking as though it were ripped from the home. There were also several old decrepit looking sinks and a wood-burning stove. Scattered about were auto parts tools, used cosmetics, framed artwork and Halloween costumes. One item of note was an Obama commemorative plate the first I have seen at a sale. Perhaps this marks the decline of our president’s cult of personality or at least an end to the celebratory sprit of his era. I bought nothing. The adult items are shown below.<br />(Regarding the president, I was told this week the Everything Obama store in a local mall has closed).<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwD9N1eAAJM7XmvGZwvZnV6CWnfk0pmmVVCBvrrLFVo2dg4qePFyuUxeeVDcTZ1UiMShLVtITvlAxx_lElU2awGqWNdCpNnGvqHPrBaJxb0XrR2vGEQqEAG5dERGgN_jSGAGNgg/s1600-h/weener-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwD9N1eAAJM7XmvGZwvZnV6CWnfk0pmmVVCBvrrLFVo2dg4qePFyuUxeeVDcTZ1UiMShLVtITvlAxx_lElU2awGqWNdCpNnGvqHPrBaJxb0XrR2vGEQqEAG5dERGgN_jSGAGNgg/s320/weener-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300349002056850" /></a>Novelty adult cleaning product.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2nIT72Xbw1MABBzI4pv-x2PGhprWMdK2zm99Bzgi5WbHUaI1h5AYmX8aHTvYVlWkIXLz92lc8vmSYirrtn39QHnGAkruln2KhzVdQJIV6YRkMlukITFBY99yxcp3w91-rHnKaEA/s1600-h/bag-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2nIT72Xbw1MABBzI4pv-x2PGhprWMdK2zm99Bzgi5WbHUaI1h5AYmX8aHTvYVlWkIXLz92lc8vmSYirrtn39QHnGAkruln2KhzVdQJIV6YRkMlukITFBY99yxcp3w91-rHnKaEA/s320/bag-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300182235007202" /></a>The makings of a halloween costume?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjim-OxtedRfBoNg-GPYLlKirc5Yq9_5vKzKl9BMLt7aJype4EkFGoiRxnyUe0OKlenRiTfxFc2VJSWkAHkrB7EKbDhYY25JUBfgAbbbzdx1Hbfj5i6H3GUqS_XyUWjd9pfPUPNvg/s1600-h/sling-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjim-OxtedRfBoNg-GPYLlKirc5Yq9_5vKzKl9BMLt7aJype4EkFGoiRxnyUe0OKlenRiTfxFc2VJSWkAHkrB7EKbDhYY25JUBfgAbbbzdx1Hbfj5i6H3GUqS_XyUWjd9pfPUPNvg/s320/sling-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300174525440450" /></a>Casual adult furniture?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbxVNvArvu8gVwX4sqUFCU3bD87h0y0jVtlOKwMoDRA-qh25hTO6m88hM6EUbb6ltmDd0gp_G9yZVXGqDPfIUoo-zsD3L0I8JxtAuGy_aQc7zcCZl5WnijFPCybGunKZrauM_Ow/s1600-h/cat-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbxVNvArvu8gVwX4sqUFCU3bD87h0y0jVtlOKwMoDRA-qh25hTO6m88hM6EUbb6ltmDd0gp_G9yZVXGqDPfIUoo-zsD3L0I8JxtAuGy_aQc7zcCZl5WnijFPCybGunKZrauM_Ow/s320/cat-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384299622754420754" /></a><strong>Brooks Ave.- Candler Park “Moving Sale” </strong><br /><br /> I stopped at this sale in my neighborhood before returning home. Here a moderate amount of stuff was assembled in the driveway of a smallish bungalow. Like the first sale of the day, a cat was lying upon some sale items when I arrived. Here I found an oversized Asian fan, a salt and pepper shaker set in the shape of a buxom woman, some gag gifts about aging left over from a 40th birthday event, several sets of sheets and bed clothes, a pair of cordless phones a bright red jacket and a sign the said “ask about our big birdcage”.<br />I bought a set of sheets and the pair of phones for five dollars each.<br />Someone else bought the birdcage.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-74693533593645431612009-09-07T06:18:00.000-07:002009-09-07T06:53:00.245-07:00Catching up..a few sales from the last few weeks.I’ve been falling behind in my documentation the last few weeks. So I wanted to catch up on a few of the things I’ve seen over that time. I’m not sure if it’s the time of year; overwork, becoming obsessed with bicycling ennui or malaise. But here’s some of the stuff I’ve encountered.<br /><br /><br /><strong>August 22nd</strong><br /><br />My biking obsession has been taking over and today only two sales neither or which were monumental in scope were on my biking route.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVrF03rWLiA1IugF-JsO-QtDHP_UJjj9jkj7uCDOu3dvUmbhUxZJF_7AFL9A5TCOfwg05cbi-RacUl_fN_21HfOPyeXbuwtgmIVOMBc45bPaPKG9jLbZqNTqsYPj-PY5tn26HnuQ/s1600-h/numbers070-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVrF03rWLiA1IugF-JsO-QtDHP_UJjj9jkj7uCDOu3dvUmbhUxZJF_7AFL9A5TCOfwg05cbi-RacUl_fN_21HfOPyeXbuwtgmIVOMBc45bPaPKG9jLbZqNTqsYPj-PY5tn26HnuQ/s320/numbers070-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378721459336944994" /></a><strong>Ferguson St. - Candler Park – “Yards Sale” </strong><br /><br />This was a mediocre sale that I would not have mentioned if I had gotten into the car and visited a lot more sales. The sale was sparse, most of the stuff they had was kid’s stuff. But laid out across the grass in front of the yard was an array of concrete numbers. For some reason I like this while I hated the rest of the sale. Perhaps it was the precise manner in which they were laid out. The seller seemed very proud of his arrangement. The other item was noting here was a chalkboard upon which was written, “Haven’t you always wanted a chalkboard?” I pedaled away with nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSu8x8NG1S4q117AKegDFgAMuPRk32_QujPeqRHT6Mnf-5w9q5nGZhp3zpORFLYhtqcuG-BndFSoFu7wdU71zxTeeexeFbc3AEiNxa-ekgnuEjaftxqfLvyMr0vgmq8Qqki9v9Q/s1600-h/cat60-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSu8x8NG1S4q117AKegDFgAMuPRk32_QujPeqRHT6Mnf-5w9q5nGZhp3zpORFLYhtqcuG-BndFSoFu7wdU71zxTeeexeFbc3AEiNxa-ekgnuEjaftxqfLvyMr0vgmq8Qqki9v9Q/s320/cat60-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378721148032928642" /></a><strong>Dalgren Ave - Edgewood “Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br />On the way to this sale I had to bike by a crazed man with a loose pit bull by his side. As he walked he kept yelling about people in the neighborhood who did not like him and kept insisting loudly that this was not his dog. I was glad to get to this home that to me was a safe harbor from the crazy guy and the pit bull that he claimed not to own. Here in front of a small bungalow I found a box of Krusty O’s cereal, a animated head inside a clear plastic bubble, a large print Bible, some iron on transfer paper, a Bee Gees lunch box and a large painting of Christ altered to look like Christ was holding a cute kitten. While I was there a gray calico cat strutted over the good covering the yard. Soon the crazed man came walking past the yard sale. The cat ran for cover and I tried not to make eye contact.<br />I bought the transfer paper and made it home without incident.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCR4W5IruEUabgfXhDdboauucz_oPcRZt3wImZM5DQv2vi8S830bwdz7Qa1_HdVMR5susWdExocJkAo6wloPLLoE_swYi-7f9stV4alELodIkrmiypfIc4r2a93jgfuGBLnIlwUw/s1600-h/head061-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCR4W5IruEUabgfXhDdboauucz_oPcRZt3wImZM5DQv2vi8S830bwdz7Qa1_HdVMR5susWdExocJkAo6wloPLLoE_swYi-7f9stV4alELodIkrmiypfIc4r2a93jgfuGBLnIlwUw/s320/head061-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378721149570856658" /></a>head in plastic bubble.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXjCGOIByacTiXSOBjZ3YdykHa0AwGo8Kjh5wkDDp-hIzhjoqgv_UbWaoetejQkubSvi7qBIxt08gKr9lfCIG0xoCxW3hVM_aZMbF64HMvEz2nrtOMgw5clu37oUZ3Arz1s_erA/s1600-h/apostle067-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXjCGOIByacTiXSOBjZ3YdykHa0AwGo8Kjh5wkDDp-hIzhjoqgv_UbWaoetejQkubSvi7qBIxt08gKr9lfCIG0xoCxW3hVM_aZMbF64HMvEz2nrtOMgw5clu37oUZ3Arz1s_erA/s320/apostle067-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378718240176741282" /></a>Religious adaptation found in Edgewood.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>August 23rd</strong><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaMvXUEtiDQkY0sgVvEgoLZ1IK7Hi9hi09UaGyytcS4ElUJGMXhKkwiPEpwHAFFasT0eEnkXnVHfReYmL8yp0HFCww1K0rIgltnzzUVyvucfQI9DXrLd4272ggGsfLHBGGgwTfkw/s1600-h/sign0071-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaMvXUEtiDQkY0sgVvEgoLZ1IK7Hi9hi09UaGyytcS4ElUJGMXhKkwiPEpwHAFFasT0eEnkXnVHfReYmL8yp0HFCww1K0rIgltnzzUVyvucfQI9DXrLd4272ggGsfLHBGGgwTfkw/s320/sign0071-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378717470724881074" /></a><strong>New York Ave. – Lake Claire “Yard Sale” </strong><br />The following Sunday I happened upon this sale on my way to the hardware store and the library. A large sign painted upon a warped piece of plywood led me to the event. I parked next to a sign demanding the return of a wheelbarrow that was taken by someone who read the free sign on the wheelbarrow too liberally. It seems the wheelbarrow was simply the container for the stuff not free itself. When I arrived there the sellers recognized me as that guy in the neighborhood who takes pictures at yard sales. One of the women reminded me that I had taken here picture a few months back holding pink plush teddy bear. The noted bear was now at this sale. The sellers were having fun here and had made careful arrangements of small bottles of shampoo and lotions, a keyboard placed in front of a toaster oven to look like a PC and a car hood covered in surrealist prints by an artist they knew.<br />One of the sellers told me she had inherited an arts supply store from here mother and had a bunch of stuff in her nearby basement and that she wanted me and Cindy to come and check it out. I have not been there yet and I bought nothing. But they were happy to have me taking more pictures of their stuff.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4D-PdpOjph0-GFnQ6boRwVlECiMu4zrmTVuk1DMpM_2d9QqVcz_ovlnJJIqagAE-aQA2N2Uvno_eMfRr7KDjpsQMcowL5wlTZml9aZaA_S8tM0i6ReSgjhvPoJG5Lv-boVHBJHA/s1600-h/toaster0079-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4D-PdpOjph0-GFnQ6boRwVlECiMu4zrmTVuk1DMpM_2d9QqVcz_ovlnJJIqagAE-aQA2N2Uvno_eMfRr7KDjpsQMcowL5wlTZml9aZaA_S8tM0i6ReSgjhvPoJG5Lv-boVHBJHA/s320/toaster0079-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378717475671705026" /></a>Hybird computer toaster oven. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>August 29th</strong><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxoEoA0OfMmuUe10mQV2eLrW5qRRsVNPjL5vf8HvBJEf9Vk6thzIW2cgTRRKel_H4aSuZ7Wpg7i2DmIcmJ0AE1gAeRFJDyfSv2OlpdUbBOaCKXoTATv_mAgGX_UKSX_ZZgQ6biA/s1600-h/eyeballs089-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxoEoA0OfMmuUe10mQV2eLrW5qRRsVNPjL5vf8HvBJEf9Vk6thzIW2cgTRRKel_H4aSuZ7Wpg7i2DmIcmJ0AE1gAeRFJDyfSv2OlpdUbBOaCKXoTATv_mAgGX_UKSX_ZZgQ6biA/s320/eyeballs089-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378716738701627202" /></a><strong>North Ave. - Poncy Highlands “Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br />The following week I was back on my bike (I covered over 40 miles by bike this week a standard I want to continue and improve upon). I followed some signs to this sale in the small front yard of a brick bungalow near Manuel’s tavern. Here a young man and woman were divesting themselves of large collections of pop culture memorabilia. They had two bins of Simpson’s related games and figuring, a selection of refrigerator magnets covering everything from Betty Page to Devine to the Virgin Mary, what appeared to be an entire village of small dolls constructed from sea shells and a basket of San Rio merchandise. Other items were just fringe pop oddities, such as a pair of large eyeball shaped candles, a pair of fake fur covered boots, a collection of plastic swizzle sticks, a copy of Playboy with Madonna on the cover and several Margaret Keane style painting of big eyed cats and dogs. Their book selection matched their accumulated stuff. In a few bins of books I found “Hair Styles”, “Jim and Tammy Baker”, “White Trash Cooking” and “Low Life in High Heals”. More practical titles included “George Foreman’s Knock out the Fat” and a home repair manual.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMn_FVkaJPKQtw46-CGv-o8f52kw6wKaW15MsB3b0Mzl_FjB3opESr3kdd9cLObkIfE4tbyxHcTVDKSGdLxkTX5J_fsZaRKMy7ww_sZwwvtW0tuM_avZJF_ctyfLz0USLTM162XQ/s1600-h/figures0095-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMn_FVkaJPKQtw46-CGv-o8f52kw6wKaW15MsB3b0Mzl_FjB3opESr3kdd9cLObkIfE4tbyxHcTVDKSGdLxkTX5J_fsZaRKMy7ww_sZwwvtW0tuM_avZJF_ctyfLz0USLTM162XQ/s320/figures0095-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378716744809718178" /></a> Collection of shell dolls<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggD65lVi_MTHmzTXYPfEU0KfGKaiSYLA6LsQKFyklJaX2P0IkHk0WTAso5BS3AtKpANwDsiR5sP9aF1IN-eQPl15xJ_Yu4JjzZN3Ba26lNijK1NGapuBXLaWGRL4anba-LgTfBpw/s1600-h/big-eyed090.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggD65lVi_MTHmzTXYPfEU0KfGKaiSYLA6LsQKFyklJaX2P0IkHk0WTAso5BS3AtKpANwDsiR5sP9aF1IN-eQPl15xJ_Yu4JjzZN3Ba26lNijK1NGapuBXLaWGRL4anba-LgTfBpw/s320/big-eyed090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378716736516533298" /></a>Large eyed artwork.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>September 5th</strong><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgufRzBQSWjq774Ujnlo-jKeEEqE6kdfBLafpNttAbY3l7mWd9mCc34DblU9-_H-hLagOz8y9UGbKUU7mis2EkQczcAuo4aTKBvfTm7kKy72iHplMwdTvmTGSFF3sjY6IhGiwU43g/s1600-h/head+a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgufRzBQSWjq774Ujnlo-jKeEEqE6kdfBLafpNttAbY3l7mWd9mCc34DblU9-_H-hLagOz8y9UGbKUU7mis2EkQczcAuo4aTKBvfTm7kKy72iHplMwdTvmTGSFF3sjY6IhGiwU43g/s320/head+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378715389443421314" /></a><strong>McLendon Ave. - Lake Claire "Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br />This Labor Day I resumed my normal habit of plotting addresses and spending the morning in the car driving from sale to sale. But there was almost nothing to be found. It appears that people are actually traveling and vacationing this Labor day or that maybe people had other things to do. I did visit one sale at the far end of my neighborhood. Here a woman who had at one time been in the antique business had assembled a large collection of old stuff in her front yard. It’s difficult as to what qualifies something as an antique these days but she had some objects of visual interest. Among the clutter gathered here was a straw mask the type sold at cruise ship ports of call, some odd new religious artwork, a pair of male hula dancer dolls, a large Dore print, a painting of a rat serving and angry duck soup, jewelry, some women’s clothing and a selection of children’s books from the 1950’s ranging from the Bobsey twins to Cherry Ames Nursing books.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOF7AtPx1p5Yif8NjEXstPJ3VQM0v4kU10VptiHac1QL51_V3a-dLOOLNCw5JqFBwMfFCqDfLWcjg74V0IumClsZZC_m56WP-LW_ezbhK5zDmlmQjDZc6YA4GJ3P0WToVh1yEd9w/s1600-h/hula+a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOF7AtPx1p5Yif8NjEXstPJ3VQM0v4kU10VptiHac1QL51_V3a-dLOOLNCw5JqFBwMfFCqDfLWcjg74V0IumClsZZC_m56WP-LW_ezbhK5zDmlmQjDZc6YA4GJ3P0WToVh1yEd9w/s320/hula+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378715407893595602" /></a> Male hula figures.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FfT9lD2hcLlrnmQdqOr23MjjjzVxw36hNtUWRC2tjYQUAAMcOJWCO75sp40HRcLkHKUahPeZ1dnkxnQl1gPeuoohPyIAufmi4EMKtkGjIcOgznUB1fCHaGFlOhfbKwv4ijyO2g/s1600-h/nursebook+a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FfT9lD2hcLlrnmQdqOr23MjjjzVxw36hNtUWRC2tjYQUAAMcOJWCO75sp40HRcLkHKUahPeZ1dnkxnQl1gPeuoohPyIAufmi4EMKtkGjIcOgznUB1fCHaGFlOhfbKwv4ijyO2g/s320/nursebook+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378715398770011650" /></a>Nursing book.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL86qH8v6e0hdoh97Oo9p4EXm6YsstTlaD8jbCGUqg65bzGtKCINVCQjKhJIIkdupFMYzqjPy-AYVt-D0q9r6ACUjaF92IWvmVFXKWcuEFPylQYzAd9VmTK2iuEXYHWNn7UTKCfg/s1600-h/duck+rat+a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL86qH8v6e0hdoh97Oo9p4EXm6YsstTlaD8jbCGUqg65bzGtKCINVCQjKhJIIkdupFMYzqjPy-AYVt-D0q9r6ACUjaF92IWvmVFXKWcuEFPylQYzAd9VmTK2iuEXYHWNn7UTKCfg/s320/duck+rat+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378715381055686178" /></a>angry duck paintingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-63784158574287061102009-08-30T15:57:00.001-07:002009-08-30T16:16:49.432-07:00The Remains of Another Estate 8/21/09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKIE3SkTPm2HngP22dM1470UPQehHtIF1tX_KP5YQGY-4DJWNya6brT7YXTgSde9a9m9wvoyQChD7deqCS32Rz6Mq7qOoe4nKAclWWqVcvHnGUTIBp12hBhBrSZjJrwHtkd48JQ/s1600-h/P821cameras55-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKIE3SkTPm2HngP22dM1470UPQehHtIF1tX_KP5YQGY-4DJWNya6brT7YXTgSde9a9m9wvoyQChD7deqCS32Rz6Mq7qOoe4nKAclWWqVcvHnGUTIBp12hBhBrSZjJrwHtkd48JQ/s320/P821cameras55-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375897353632232562" /></a><strong>Mason Mill Rd. - Emory "Estate Sale"</strong><br /><br />Estate sales are wider doors into people’s lives than the more common Saturday morning yard sale, especially if they truly feature the accumulation of a long life. On occasion I will go pillaging through the remnants of someone’s belongings in a dusty basement or cluttered study and lapse out of my droll state of mind to find myself having a poignant moment considering the long life of the owner of the assembled clutter. This Friday that feeling approached me while going through the contents of a home near Emory. It wasn’t so much a feeling towards the individual but more so a feeling towards myself. Dreaded feelings of mortality where the clutter looked back at me and said what will you leave behind? Estate sales can bring on such thoughts but inspecting the goods here I came away with the feeling this was a life well lived.<br />So what was here? The rambling ranch home in an upscale neighborhood between Toco Hills and Emory was well kept for a person who had accumulated so much. It also seemed timeless. The owner had been a graphic artist leaving behind some of the tools and material of his trade. Most of which was old school stuff that was of little value with the current digital methodology of creating graphics. Lots of rulers, cans of fixative and spray mount, pens, pencils erasers tracing papers and such. Some of the more curious items from the pre-computer era, such as reams of half used Letraset were not in evidence. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpLTcw9bwdm2g3fsgi87k7XRLAk8I4L0eTNGDWFJ5kMcwTQ2UFibk6EO0loqzBsTPUCL4W9w91uWaHxc1KL8mEi-eKkjjtOU4cO7z9I8T7ETapftBpwX7TBJVB1Ow3WNguSyzjQA/s1600-h/photo004-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpLTcw9bwdm2g3fsgi87k7XRLAk8I4L0eTNGDWFJ5kMcwTQ2UFibk6EO0loqzBsTPUCL4W9w91uWaHxc1KL8mEi-eKkjjtOU4cO7z9I8T7ETapftBpwX7TBJVB1Ow3WNguSyzjQA/s320/photo004-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375897371183019298" /></a>The owner had also worked in photography and found here were left over examples of corporation production work sitting in piles and boxes. There were images of people working in 1970’s era offices, with wide collars and equally wide ties. Product shots of indeterminable mechanical devices and portraits of businessmen. The owner’s photographic career may have led to his collecting of even older photographic gear. In the dining room of the home two tables were covered with a multitude of old to very old photo devices. Some stuff old and outdated by today’s standards such as high-end Polaroid gear may have been used by the estate owner. But other stuff such as 100 plus year old magic lamp projectors, a cast iron 16mm movie projectors must have been antique items he collected over the years. The presence of these very old objects made it appear that this sale was unstuck in time. Did the seller live 20 years ago or 100 years ago? In addition to the larger devices lots of older small accessories were scattered about including old flash attachments, dark room bulbs, miscellaneous filters, light meters and instruction manuals. Other collected objects in the home bore more resemblance to many things I have seen at other estate sales, the bedroom filled with old dolls in various international costumes, a table filled with children’s trophies, boxes of old greeting cards, and closets still filled with women’s clothing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkV-E0eerOlLGJnSInzU700Fj5tq_DATwuBK5sC29zaUX7fP6AGGnpQQMvpm3Q0H6c0ZtXVke6G399jj56R-RitfOfp76VqHzG9vElJHUN5V7N_ZlBzp-Es7aIj19XSh2J1iTGA/s1600-h/P821sign46-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkV-E0eerOlLGJnSInzU700Fj5tq_DATwuBK5sC29zaUX7fP6AGGnpQQMvpm3Q0H6c0ZtXVke6G399jj56R-RitfOfp76VqHzG9vElJHUN5V7N_ZlBzp-Es7aIj19XSh2J1iTGA/s320/P821sign46-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375897379754663490" /></a>The downstairs of the home was as usual more preserved and more interesting to me. Each room was labeled with printed signs indicating the nature of the room. This appeared to have been done by the resellers but the signs did not really add any order to the confused array of stuff found in the rooms. In one room were boxes of old tapes both home VHS tapes with typewritten labels indicating the family events contained on them. Near them were containers of larger 3/4 inch tapes and 16mm films with some type of corporate productions on them. Another room had a selection of Xmas décor both store bought and homemade. In the later category was a mounted reindeer head fashioned from a tube sock. Other stuff scattered around the basement included a novelty severed leg, some Halloween masks, cassette tapes of novelty songs and a school project on a tri-fold panel explaining the half life of M&Ms.<br />Books on several bookshelves around the home features such titles as “Twisted Tales from Shakespeare”, “Outline of History”, “Instant Furniture Refinishing”, “Christians in the Arena”, ”Limping Along” two bibles, several copies of the Image Bank catalog and “The Strange Career of Jim Crow”. <br />Two final notable objects were a MARTA supervisor’s badge and a selection of small rocks laid out in the kitchen selling for 25 cents apiece.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6Vn8jS6jr_C7k8hoMsoQxgsX7tWXnmpKrGkxltcbmR5p06gTU_z6pncEtnufbtWMHPBjiIFfV15FjnlIJehvrY7Cq_ZkHudaUu8hYNEpHhyphenhyphenuf_XEexphp4ZyCLmNeWkDzNmZkQ/s1600-h/P821xmassock40-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6Vn8jS6jr_C7k8hoMsoQxgsX7tWXnmpKrGkxltcbmR5p06gTU_z6pncEtnufbtWMHPBjiIFfV15FjnlIJehvrY7Cq_ZkHudaUu8hYNEpHhyphenhyphenuf_XEexphp4ZyCLmNeWkDzNmZkQ/s320/P821xmassock40-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375898917967811506" /></a>Tube sock reindeer.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppNR_hzafAZGI1GVhldVhcBSEOw7RQGg-lGSmvLTpcex4GdjzKp11kiybKJ-fGT1oSLbaGa9hLz5_8RrOQwkYZS0YgaABGCG-VfwIIfyfsPF9FQidJG_d-ZbXLUja-VjDoBrs3g/s1600-h/P821leg4-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppNR_hzafAZGI1GVhldVhcBSEOw7RQGg-lGSmvLTpcex4GdjzKp11kiybKJ-fGT1oSLbaGa9hLz5_8RrOQwkYZS0YgaABGCG-VfwIIfyfsPF9FQidJG_d-ZbXLUja-VjDoBrs3g/s320/P821leg4-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375897359246505730" /></a>Severed leg found in basement.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga79QOb-JWRnCSnyRocm1l1wsmWKmQJC3TxUUg53S1wAgZ85duv2xiWkl6N-UWOVZxetVndVObaXVLmzkXmcoq3cxMMZpLywygwyXXQt9z2Qk3ciKa2HXGK2ccIjDIUvrkuHw5kw/s1600-h/P821rocks24-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga79QOb-JWRnCSnyRocm1l1wsmWKmQJC3TxUUg53S1wAgZ85duv2xiWkl6N-UWOVZxetVndVObaXVLmzkXmcoq3cxMMZpLywygwyXXQt9z2Qk3ciKa2HXGK2ccIjDIUvrkuHw5kw/s320/P821rocks24-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375897368445683554" /></a>Rocks for sale in the kitchen.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEq0UYh8klqAW55hWzSVspaSGJDVcaCamKeVO1ET6hoDaKKt_1Qi0hyphenhyphen8FB-zXD8SosBcHWHBqe5VILkdn1jf5hwUDxKperaD-CMIT3PPj_q1jy594EI4VJRjM2Bae7_COcDG1KDg/s1600-h/egg+cup+a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEq0UYh8klqAW55hWzSVspaSGJDVcaCamKeVO1ET6hoDaKKt_1Qi0hyphenhyphen8FB-zXD8SosBcHWHBqe5VILkdn1jf5hwUDxKperaD-CMIT3PPj_q1jy594EI4VJRjM2Bae7_COcDG1KDg/s320/egg+cup+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375896866346054290" /></a>My purchase of the day. They create the illusion of eating an egg while a chick is hatching from it. Bon Apitite.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-67687342552386149862009-08-22T16:53:00.000-07:002009-08-23T06:02:24.319-07:00Five Years..............I could say it all seems a blur, or perhaps that I should celebrate in some way but on August 8th Yard Sale Addict celebrated its fifth anniversary. Sounding like a bad parent I neglected posting for the past few weeks. I had returned to work, finished up work on a sculptural piece I’m doing and finished of a photo essay I’ve been working on for the last six months for an academic journal. Another excuse I could offer is that while my first post was on August 8th 2004 the site did not assume it’s current form that includes photographs until October of 2004. With that in mind I think I should declare the period between now and October the anniversary SEASON of Yard Sale Addict. Not to be self indulgent but over that time I will repost some old stuff, site statistics and act like an old man glorifying the past events in his life. <br />So what did I do? Well for one in my frenzy to get other things done I let my normally well-organized documentation go to hell. I did go to several yard sales, most of which were mediocre at best. A condition that does occur in mid summer here when it’s too hot and people are getting their kids ready to go back to school and those without kids are on vacation. So this week I have a hodgepodge of photos that I am not sure exactly where they came from other than they were taken over the last three weeks at sales near my home.<br /><br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiedc2TYzbLzUxsKV1dQMiA8sb72-8bEEf92oeJPtk4hsT_Bl9QaSbfIio5eTMnbDK6DqfzX-NtlAUvIo9o5T3eqkSyTV5BU6soTl4wWWAG0O9mhowsC_ZtnvXOSuUhLVzBLgWvQ/s1600-h/view016-A.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiedc2TYzbLzUxsKV1dQMiA8sb72-8bEEf92oeJPtk4hsT_Bl9QaSbfIio5eTMnbDK6DqfzX-NtlAUvIo9o5T3eqkSyTV5BU6soTl4wWWAG0O9mhowsC_ZtnvXOSuUhLVzBLgWvQ/s320/view016-A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373138639579476914" /></a><strong>Somewhere in Morningside</strong><br /><br />Three weeks ago I wondered out aimlessly with no particular destination and no indication of where any really good sales were. Some signs led me to a section of Morningside where there were half a dozen small sales. None had anything of particular notable interest. I did see one sale, which had the worst street presentation I may have ever encountered in a nice neighborhood. At the bottom of the driveway a small collection of clutter was just piled up. A comforter was thrown over some item of furniture, bedclothes were loosely crammed into a plastic bin and other stuff looked like it was awaiting the trash collectors. The sale was active for at the top of the driveway a woman was sitting sipping a cup of coffee and looking quite bored. At least she would not have to carry the stuff down to the street after the sale to be picked up by the trash men.<br />I did buy some stuff in Morningside from some other sales. I picked up a leather coat for $5.00, a set of pencils to hand color photos for a dollar and a box of cardstock to use for library cards at work for 25 cents.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvcweT43gTGdJuWysTCcyU9lXhwu0dEQMBK2E7gmz57DIO73N3JL2f-n1QUoz8JaqRAFYm9vofVB5ZOLbOgBze2wSp9aMwx8Xltq6haOZc1i6-5lBnvs51awxKViwoyYs45ze7Q/s1600-h/pig010-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvcweT43gTGdJuWysTCcyU9lXhwu0dEQMBK2E7gmz57DIO73N3JL2f-n1QUoz8JaqRAFYm9vofVB5ZOLbOgBze2wSp9aMwx8Xltq6haOZc1i6-5lBnvs51awxKViwoyYs45ze7Q/s320/pig010-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373139776719946194" /></a>Pig's head somewhere in Morningside.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsritMDllpi3Thrz_qHJtpdLPWGqFO0rofE_fD6rEQxbRzd_A-tbut_gGrO5ANVzHZcKNbStR27V2_Cdas2J9qKyM4Uny9KKPoI64HDU9QnT0yu7gtlIfbVKTGkShZcemTPnl7Wg/s1600-h/willie015-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsritMDllpi3Thrz_qHJtpdLPWGqFO0rofE_fD6rEQxbRzd_A-tbut_gGrO5ANVzHZcKNbStR27V2_Cdas2J9qKyM4Uny9KKPoI64HDU9QnT0yu7gtlIfbVKTGkShZcemTPnl7Wg/s320/willie015-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373141757506532802" /></a>8X10 glossy of Willie Nelson in bondage found at a location I can't recall.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>S. Ponce De Leon Ave – Yard Sale</strong><br /><br />This was one of the largest sales I attended three weeks ago. It was set up in front of the home of the Atlanta Boy Choir, an institution headquartered in one of the old mansions visible from Ponce De Leon Ave. I at first thought it was a fund-raiser for the choir but the lone gentleman running the sale told he lived here and now he had to move. According to local media the choir is in financial arrears so I don’t know why they are evicting some one who lived here. I also wonder what it is like to live in a place where you continually have to hear boys singing. I guess it’s like living next to the railroad tracks and you get used to it after a while. Any way I recall (keep in mind my normal well organized documentation methods are is out the window this week) here was a large supply of toys, a lot of candles, many classical Lps, some office furniture and a very ugly lamp with a figure of Paul Revere for the base. <br />I bought a wallet for Cindy for one dollar.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib827a_gTzea8PS6nSWELW5DG6WN5UBfnUO6ESaSvHf0ck1QZ7iS-VBHgVbZ8nNLcAsEuMOA92IehoXkJOxB19dJo38EzDN26EjBrGADxG9_brLzO75cdZHs5VX2vvwHl0ps53eA/s1600-h/peeking07-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib827a_gTzea8PS6nSWELW5DG6WN5UBfnUO6ESaSvHf0ck1QZ7iS-VBHgVbZ8nNLcAsEuMOA92IehoXkJOxB19dJo38EzDN26EjBrGADxG9_brLzO75cdZHs5VX2vvwHl0ps53eA/s320/peeking07-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373139772532636850" /></a>Disturbing game found outside Boy Choir headquarters.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nLdGy6LFG0x6U1y8ewG_xzBwvquYVjQNgCFnNqFhlauQFPPOI_xxg1RtfT9d_4czMl-kfGa2i4DgdCwF7CP9ZHD4r6lw0dfYVEB1Crt6ZQWdROxG29hxhQdP92VYtT-WKaHjFw/s1600-h/shoppers036-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nLdGy6LFG0x6U1y8ewG_xzBwvquYVjQNgCFnNqFhlauQFPPOI_xxg1RtfT9d_4czMl-kfGa2i4DgdCwF7CP9ZHD4r6lw0dfYVEB1Crt6ZQWdROxG29hxhQdP92VYtT-WKaHjFw/s320/shoppers036-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373139782193700162" /></a> <strong> Moreland Ave. – Estate Sale</strong><br />The following week I attempted to go to sales but poorly organized and the sales were disappointing. First I left the house with my long zoom on the camera instead of my normal lens. So I took no pictures at the first three sales I visited. I then went back home and got the correct lens and headed to a sale I had seen a sign for the night before. This was not really an estate sale but just an average yard sale. When I arrived there was a large group of Latino men and women snapping up goods here. On man jumped into a pose as soon as he saw me with my camera. The shoppers were far more entertaining than the sale itself. Here I found a disorderly pile of CDs, a box of faux wheat grass and an exercise kit that included a half dozen DVDs and a jump rope. I see more and more groups of Latino men as well as families in Atlanta shopping at sales in the past few years and they do seem to be having a good time for all the right reasons. Not only are yard sales a great way to furnish a new and perhaps temporary residence for émigrés workers but also I’m feel the small scale street business reminds them of their homelands. The families I see shopping are always picking up lots of very inexpensive toys, kitchen items and clothing. I hope yard sales are one of their fondest memories of the USA.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmcqy0J8N5lTxGHRkz8r8h9yWEcaL_vNqY58pWwNoL183Tc5lMoaG0z0kIUE9FhkBcRgnHG0-1-fluguCWKrYMgyfgcjxwQn2LrxbcLwkWRQpaXcjd_wyWrQM23n_L_nEiqQchnA/s1600-h/cds038-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmcqy0J8N5lTxGHRkz8r8h9yWEcaL_vNqY58pWwNoL183Tc5lMoaG0z0kIUE9FhkBcRgnHG0-1-fluguCWKrYMgyfgcjxwQn2LrxbcLwkWRQpaXcjd_wyWrQM23n_L_nEiqQchnA/s320/cds038-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373138648371326658" /></a>Pile of CDs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jb3aIsfivElV8I3IyO7DbyOuJBC9g0knMrRNTLuSKU50UiBw0T-gCR7UX2ny1apzil8-Tn1k3OeK_1zEHAmAf8MVQMUP-aH6taBKMf2eMZ828WCwKQyAwYPLdMDd73Dm8_-zTw/s1600-h/P816view0053-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jb3aIsfivElV8I3IyO7DbyOuJBC9g0knMrRNTLuSKU50UiBw0T-gCR7UX2ny1apzil8-Tn1k3OeK_1zEHAmAf8MVQMUP-aH6taBKMf2eMZ828WCwKQyAwYPLdMDd73Dm8_-zTw/s320/P816view0053-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373138652900971570" /></a><strong>Somewhere in Kirkwood</Strong><br /><br />I got an email on Sunday about this sale so I road my bike a few miles to a small home in Kirkwood only to have it start raining as soon as I arrived. One of the occupants of the home was moving and selling a lot of electronic gaming stuff such as a Wii and various hardware and software for Guitar Hero. They quickly pulled the stuff in to keep it dry. I quickly pedaled home for the same reason.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-34780864144746588392009-08-11T01:42:00.000-07:002009-08-11T02:06:28.822-07:00The Bad Ceramics Preservation Center 7/31/09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmFR4RqEC6xSyxMghe2PK7JgBL8m5VNkKqxXy2J4nkqnAypugRA9KH2kk0x-Bgj-G6nYclnnrl9UzX24znvox6XHslWxMPE_6XktXbt8UDgQpK-I3Nz2SwCr8sibO_dzd43Szpg/s1600-h/smiling-cat028-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmFR4RqEC6xSyxMghe2PK7JgBL8m5VNkKqxXy2J4nkqnAypugRA9KH2kk0x-Bgj-G6nYclnnrl9UzX24znvox6XHslWxMPE_6XktXbt8UDgQpK-I3Nz2SwCr8sibO_dzd43Szpg/s320/smiling-cat028-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368625992407068402" /></a><strong>Heritage Hills – Decatur "Estate Sale"</strong><br /><br />Before I critique the sale of one woman’s seeming obsession with small ceramics I should take inventory of what ceramics are in my own home. I am not a young man but while my lifestyle may be considered youthful by some, but the calendar of my existence says that I should have far more ceramic figurines in my home. What do I have? Taking inventory by walking from room to room I see first a small retro gift vase with a dancing teenage girl on it, a brightly painted six inch Infant of Prague, 10 eight inch saints including Lucia and both Teresas, three Hummel figures and a one-foot tall hula dancer. In actuality the saints and the hula dancer are panted plaster so they are technically not ceramics. The fertility-inducing infant of Prague dates to my parent’s home (it was never effective here). The Hummel my father acquired on the black market in postwar Germany by trading a pound coffee or a carton of cigarettes for them. The dancing girl, which I now use as a penholder, was something I picked up while in my 20’s when I bought far too much stuff at thrift stores.<br /> So every ceramic tells a story. When I come across a sale like this one just outside Decatur I wondered what the stories are and this lady had plenty. When grown children take stock of a parents home they marvel at and fear the quantity of the runaway nick knacks, as many younger people believe having too many of this stuff is an indication that one is getting way up there in years.<br />So what did I find? Well the quantity trumped the quality. Aside from one big faded clown head with a sign indicating it was a McCoy, with fading paint there were no Llardo or other overpriced designer named items. A large seated Raggedy Ann or Raggedy Ann knockoff was one of the bigger works. On the floor I encountered a life like dachshund that could have been used as a decoy to attract long little dogs. Two very ugly and disturbing cats were on a table nearly covered in ceramics one with an insidious smile the other with a bow tie was equally disturbing. See the photos for the full effect. Other artifacts there included a trio of squirrels, a head with blank eyes and a set of mugs shaped like elephants. There was a wide range of styles from your traditional Blue Boy and Pinky to a pair of intertwined heads reminiscent of Modigliani. In one room was a bin of assorted tiny ceramics cats and dogs There were also two bags of broken ceramic figures that tempted me to become a ceramic assemblage artist. <br />There were other objects of note in the house a jig saw puzzle of a squirrel shaped like a squirrel, a copy of Walking Tall Part 2, five feathered pens in holders (you can never have too many of those) and a large painting of a woman lying in bed in a unintended erotic pose.<br />I bought nothing.<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_5ZgZBn1VWIehPoF0u7eRZBnCZzL_1wvHpcoVk2A8Zl8OJAlrlzCmmXKsGjaerFKRxR2DmN4wBTkzH6HmxmiBFC8M-4iO89gWwd2ZsDnBZYI7q84UZFez_mPH8NnC95tPqYIX/s1600-h/bigeyed-cat029-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_5ZgZBn1VWIehPoF0u7eRZBnCZzL_1wvHpcoVk2A8Zl8OJAlrlzCmmXKsGjaerFKRxR2DmN4wBTkzH6HmxmiBFC8M-4iO89gWwd2ZsDnBZYI7q84UZFez_mPH8NnC95tPqYIX/s320/bigeyed-cat029-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368624657604684930" /></a>One of many feline figures found in Heritage Hills.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtG3qNO1-wYoLb6v7JBgR0f7pEgMo0_Qo173qv5KyxnqhC8lp5RUlVtjzGXSclmwnT06XVPPnIsiEoq9c07ATuNXJw0C31Hn2jhTlGLEoUrkyCFHk-7I1YPjpkiclGtqTQKipRkg/s1600-h/head038-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtG3qNO1-wYoLb6v7JBgR0f7pEgMo0_Qo173qv5KyxnqhC8lp5RUlVtjzGXSclmwnT06XVPPnIsiEoq9c07ATuNXJw0C31Hn2jhTlGLEoUrkyCFHk-7I1YPjpkiclGtqTQKipRkg/s320/head038-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368624673095747682" /></a>Human head with empty eyes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLQcw6AQSd2HwwoVPr-IdqxCjZfrgXT6QNh9wFoG2CzoIfyAz3feKRvJUFZe0V1-ftukqqzMc6wM0DYnYL5zuelYGqWU8MaPaqnyPQwSJ5gB-abal94_wKD7xpXDl_OqH2C6h/s1600-h/bin33-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhLQcw6AQSd2HwwoVPr-IdqxCjZfrgXT6QNh9wFoG2CzoIfyAz3feKRvJUFZe0V1-ftukqqzMc6wM0DYnYL5zuelYGqWU8MaPaqnyPQwSJ5gB-abal94_wKD7xpXDl_OqH2C6h/s320/bin33-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368624663710089826" /></a>Bin of small cats.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGan69ql17DQzU_eAyPPa9f6ewzfDNTznFlRqt4jgg6ibtVdtwXR3sdt4fXS8DzqRb9OIqaeISMFTzGwFHuL1atkemUFdd0ZkDL3GvuRxlWZ4TOEXJahjiteqWCeETAQaJORNGpA/s1600-h/Raqgedy-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGan69ql17DQzU_eAyPPa9f6ewzfDNTznFlRqt4jgg6ibtVdtwXR3sdt4fXS8DzqRb9OIqaeISMFTzGwFHuL1atkemUFdd0ZkDL3GvuRxlWZ4TOEXJahjiteqWCeETAQaJORNGpA/s320/Raqgedy-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368625539471689666" /></a>Ceramic rendering of Rag Doll.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpQ2vLfYxwb6AFIQivvcqVdUJaZsy5W3iOQpTx7I-EsDBm-stHstWH8YT0mDxj1j0EmJm0WuAy_SYMKcp-rl7XGWAN2J8lqeh64CRNUKMHWpPHEM7o7wnZNAFFhqgRSWIRUt3kQ/s1600-h/squirrels35-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBpQ2vLfYxwb6AFIQivvcqVdUJaZsy5W3iOQpTx7I-EsDBm-stHstWH8YT0mDxj1j0EmJm0WuAy_SYMKcp-rl7XGWAN2J8lqeh64CRNUKMHWpPHEM7o7wnZNAFFhqgRSWIRUt3kQ/s320/squirrels35-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368625999229828322" /></a>Trio of squirrels.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvt8beqpCHK7nyZ60_ztJvVFxjlHz-pXljpOV5_xnt7yj2v4MLkK3SwE66cJPvi65lcIqIoMhq4jtmlu4Aza3yriL7IJaTbMVKLVvc1iImN7Ysox2s-wC-NV-HP0p7nQ52HBNHng/s1600-h/puzzle12-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvt8beqpCHK7nyZ60_ztJvVFxjlHz-pXljpOV5_xnt7yj2v4MLkK3SwE66cJPvi65lcIqIoMhq4jtmlu4Aza3yriL7IJaTbMVKLVvc1iImN7Ysox2s-wC-NV-HP0p7nQ52HBNHng/s320/puzzle12-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368625532484297938" /></a>Squirrel shaped puzzle.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRz2mHJsMJdMNw7AX4t-7Dr4gGThDLdXAvgUXk7GKIPO-CQvr0Bp_0YjzRL0IloO-oFcOCN2mEl-FNenCmVs-9HyokEmAAL5KQ5Z9FEY8wn-AbGUepCP6AHGQ7UWTPxGm9gix4Q/s1600-h/pens011-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRz2mHJsMJdMNw7AX4t-7Dr4gGThDLdXAvgUXk7GKIPO-CQvr0Bp_0YjzRL0IloO-oFcOCN2mEl-FNenCmVs-9HyokEmAAL5KQ5Z9FEY8wn-AbGUepCP6AHGQ7UWTPxGm9gix4Q/s320/pens011-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368625528711076498" /></a>A lifetime supply of feathery pens.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDBG_jrSYFAfSBBlCh5yLJGVpyrRL4nmtJWEkyAecke70w0K7UKh4v8OycIWxoIoPcbWZxlWPrMy6-pJpxjCR6nrzITKwLR3Up0iSeScAjZxWIFZZ349gOGn8b49sBSRPLmgKrA/s1600-h/mugs16-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDBG_jrSYFAfSBBlCh5yLJGVpyrRL4nmtJWEkyAecke70w0K7UKh4v8OycIWxoIoPcbWZxlWPrMy6-pJpxjCR6nrzITKwLR3Up0iSeScAjZxWIFZZ349gOGn8b49sBSRPLmgKrA/s320/mugs16-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368625526005862786" /></a>Pacyhdermic mugs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie00OfdnKHli0qkQkiWailEQyTR_tw5Z7dpirhVJ4TM-uDTASzhIW-0Hl-3UKmz3r6HUOyTdWXZT4pmiR6-lqGnq1Va2pJcTwsQQoy3tMnsdqgdTGF9WlKy_w-bk2_lM3e7n_hMg/s1600-h/under-sheets-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie00OfdnKHli0qkQkiWailEQyTR_tw5Z7dpirhVJ4TM-uDTASzhIW-0Hl-3UKmz3r6HUOyTdWXZT4pmiR6-lqGnq1Va2pJcTwsQQoy3tMnsdqgdTGF9WlKy_w-bk2_lM3e7n_hMg/s320/under-sheets-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368626001941562946" /></a> Reclining figure under the sheets.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-14559066647563447352009-08-01T13:34:00.000-07:002009-08-01T14:02:55.844-07:00Under the Volcano<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgIyb1ac7cPXa6NNBd49IrL9N7XHXiqo5vTLqx3CPwwD291j0nW2Xf0dPX4Uw2tVryRbe9WBXUwm-CbHHY0OB9UNAnk2buRVlohCtXx8FaUPQ1NQNfLJaOvpB2VmW50kiWtUJq/s1600-h/lassen-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgIyb1ac7cPXa6NNBd49IrL9N7XHXiqo5vTLqx3CPwwD291j0nW2Xf0dPX4Uw2tVryRbe9WBXUwm-CbHHY0OB9UNAnk2buRVlohCtXx8FaUPQ1NQNfLJaOvpB2VmW50kiWtUJq/s320/lassen-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365097755892641682" /></a><strong>Lassen, Tahoe and Reno</strong><br /><br />Last week I took a short vacation to Lassen National Park, Lake Tahoe and Reno. I have a thing about volcanoes I always feel good going to volcanic places. There are no volcanoes around here and it’s always a special treat to be near one. Perhaps it’s that volcanoes remind me the earth is not a dull planet for when they blow their tops they really turn things around. I’m not one of the crazed types that don a fireproof outfit and walks on hot lava. I’ve actually never seen one lava spewing. But I always feel good being in the presence of such volatile mountains. The last time I had been near a volcano was in Guatemala six years ago (I had attempted to see Aconagua while in Argentina but a road closure prevented that a few years ago). So having a plane ticket I needed to use I headed to the Lassen National Park. Until St. Helens blew up Lassen was the last volcano to erupt in the lower 48 states when it sent smoke, ash and mud down its sides in 1915. My best access point for Lassen was Reno about three hours away so I spent four days seeing Lassen, Lake Tahoe and the Biggest Little City in the World Reno. While in Reno I was able to attend a Basque Festival, a Pacific Islander Festival, watch people gamble and visit few yard sales.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxKdJuPu2OWNrWecRI1X4Etlu0ACVbx5Kv_7gS-hyvQAiDIwmDLmAMwef39UfOAHRPSBjmzQTiopbTETvilaXMPKYkvSM9tByCKrPMmUkg1gAGInm7RiaQMdutaJQTXU5MuPKb/s1600-h/reno-arch-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxKdJuPu2OWNrWecRI1X4Etlu0ACVbx5Kv_7gS-hyvQAiDIwmDLmAMwef39UfOAHRPSBjmzQTiopbTETvilaXMPKYkvSM9tByCKrPMmUkg1gAGInm7RiaQMdutaJQTXU5MuPKb/s320/reno-arch-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365097760923772322" /></a>Reno come for Burning Man stay for the gambling!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSyDUv_tTfrXSlATDhRsbF9GHkoRlPoLPHKuO9ggByG1Yo8NxcrV8cqjcvg5qBdZQLUla6hCLt-IxxFLG3oAOSGf3ptenI3JqdM0xdxfcBBWj2Mx_HNGzTwZlK8kxYXFhxpML/s1600-h/clown-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSyDUv_tTfrXSlATDhRsbF9GHkoRlPoLPHKuO9ggByG1Yo8NxcrV8cqjcvg5qBdZQLUla6hCLt-IxxFLG3oAOSGf3ptenI3JqdM0xdxfcBBWj2Mx_HNGzTwZlK8kxYXFhxpML/s320/clown-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365097766122425346" /></a>Massive clown presiding over downtown.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSEXF1eg8csXFav77pKCG9QtI40dtdR1PhZ7a9oNb_YxR0HCasLjX08eDyS6Y8iekx1uWLFWxerLWS_6bOEyXlnRrKteb_zo2Re6vy7Ph0LPYGMe_rMLi1yQdtCLeNod3orxHv/s1600-h/donner-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSEXF1eg8csXFav77pKCG9QtI40dtdR1PhZ7a9oNb_YxR0HCasLjX08eDyS6Y8iekx1uWLFWxerLWS_6bOEyXlnRrKteb_zo2Re6vy7Ph0LPYGMe_rMLi1yQdtCLeNod3orxHv/s320/donner-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365097761568221970" /></a>Just over the California Boarder is Donner Memorial State Park noted site of starvation and cannibalism. Now a place for jet skiing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgx8F1cK42oaz6eW-LM7M3y5jzAQYrAaih1Y66DEs7UCOe1IXngx3SF3DfE6_gPoZIoIyCegkkYMwH0Vu-U0otDELnJYwpct-f3CypEq6w8gGJkQujHgKACsR58lsovVCQ52G/s1600-h/basques+a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgx8F1cK42oaz6eW-LM7M3y5jzAQYrAaih1Y66DEs7UCOe1IXngx3SF3DfE6_gPoZIoIyCegkkYMwH0Vu-U0otDELnJYwpct-f3CypEq6w8gGJkQujHgKACsR58lsovVCQ52G/s320/basques+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365097772725380210" /></a>Dancing Basques, Nevada has one of the largest Basques populations in the US.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZEO0vOUreimqx5o82O3FpaSxtwNl70ETUgAdDYmatk6KfzW-B-veRKAuTQW5AYXwp_dZmpndpV99qN__-xTvUS9S0UbEo4JuuZdwF-01wtjEGhU4jOlsp895L6LEd_7EaEO9/s1600-h/hula+a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZEO0vOUreimqx5o82O3FpaSxtwNl70ETUgAdDYmatk6KfzW-B-veRKAuTQW5AYXwp_dZmpndpV99qN__-xTvUS9S0UbEo4JuuZdwF-01wtjEGhU4jOlsp895L6LEd_7EaEO9/s320/hula+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365098453801536946" /></a>Hula dancers in the desert, I have no idea why Pacific Islanders descended on Reno. But I enjoyed their presence.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Most of the yard sales I visited on Saturday morning were in the Old Southwest neighborhood. In many ways it looked a lot like the neighborhoods I visit in Atlanta but with more xeriscaping in the yards and more western styling on the homes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdXmbAiIf96t6vDJ-qqwG4aMHrr6WUhu3eNksdjGty_jl0u_HiX4GOIf21bTtmG7sPJMAD2ZI5BFjLjvEWMadXtf8OIcsqM26T1hYG-VyFfXEWFCl62SAxrcgKVaAkcLz3dmRw/s1600-h/bubbles-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdXmbAiIf96t6vDJ-qqwG4aMHrr6WUhu3eNksdjGty_jl0u_HiX4GOIf21bTtmG7sPJMAD2ZI5BFjLjvEWMadXtf8OIcsqM26T1hYG-VyFfXEWFCl62SAxrcgKVaAkcLz3dmRw/s320/bubbles-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365101043469954258" /></a>The initial sale I visited cooled shoppers by showering them in bubbles.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRwfpytbDLtgmt7ut6rLO764Y4iOGm3kQMk0ZpLkJTLMoVbsHIlSb35j-PnuoBkJBeqGa8JX-Gpihe8Cz4C2YYpFhcYgOQyt3v0o9aLQW74CFdvR606de_vPK2zIxFmxLbXgCa/s1600-h/foreclosed-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRwfpytbDLtgmt7ut6rLO764Y4iOGm3kQMk0ZpLkJTLMoVbsHIlSb35j-PnuoBkJBeqGa8JX-Gpihe8Cz4C2YYpFhcYgOQyt3v0o9aLQW74CFdvR606de_vPK2zIxFmxLbXgCa/s320/foreclosed-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365101053778375106" /></a>A sign the economy is turning around in Nevada, people are selling their books on making money selling foreclosed properties.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJDhc17w4FG4Jh3t4diee-MVeSj4ZY6OTefzvocnuC665iBV5BBYAa3wQBSWdf_3MN7qRc1Vpt-73v3UGgRfoeQgLpLbNlQpIzoqoJdrLu6lKlSyiiuY1L1MsAjguoUybMVss2/s1600-h/sewing-books-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJDhc17w4FG4Jh3t4diee-MVeSj4ZY6OTefzvocnuC665iBV5BBYAa3wQBSWdf_3MN7qRc1Vpt-73v3UGgRfoeQgLpLbNlQpIzoqoJdrLu6lKlSyiiuY1L1MsAjguoUybMVss2/s320/sewing-books-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365101052256339266" /></a>This faux book case actually hides a mini sewing machine. It indicates it's better to look like you read 70's pop literature than sew.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtyKnS0145NkHv6WcLd3piOoW5DkkRbt7TLgyQDDaqu__01CobyMeZlCC7_u2XKJPpMz1emKNA5L90vq7gaRfTcy-Wt9v9cNgN4KuAWLB_PxF22B1iKbcIGtc_iEw6ifiMveZX/s1600-h/disco-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtyKnS0145NkHv6WcLd3piOoW5DkkRbt7TLgyQDDaqu__01CobyMeZlCC7_u2XKJPpMz1emKNA5L90vq7gaRfTcy-Wt9v9cNgN4KuAWLB_PxF22B1iKbcIGtc_iEw6ifiMveZX/s320/disco-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365101049161897714" /></a>Disco balls for sale at the home of a local artist. I think even the yard sales want to have a casino look.<br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_nYpBLtBnKSMeq29yI3s6f8afTxMSINXRgINwlVqHhQ90DWHfjMg08xpEZ_jQevPmMYWxJkDhTFqKLydEjvxzRhDODQEz3QCIcTOZ3RArlz2RqRZWS-KUlU6QoSdoue9deLW/s1600-h/electronics-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_nYpBLtBnKSMeq29yI3s6f8afTxMSINXRgINwlVqHhQ90DWHfjMg08xpEZ_jQevPmMYWxJkDhTFqKLydEjvxzRhDODQEz3QCIcTOZ3RArlz2RqRZWS-KUlU6QoSdoue9deLW/s320/electronics-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365101059607286226" /></a>Regardless of where one travels, discarded piles of old electronics look the sameUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-77500376480814351572009-07-21T07:44:00.001-07:002009-07-21T08:11:54.476-07:007/18/09 Yard Sales and Re-enactors in the 'hood.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejSGYFTPY1J9IFcKOrkfZIqlhEIo4_keXgIf-gQr7bnmCAJKPdCzZKuPlqEvStnXvUx1WF0ZHCbRWGgejzVR_ziFbejkfseWNqyNXLIa78kcblX2ruHmTjtxiEj39mbgA7DCO/s1600-h/view472-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejSGYFTPY1J9IFcKOrkfZIqlhEIo4_keXgIf-gQr7bnmCAJKPdCzZKuPlqEvStnXvUx1WF0ZHCbRWGgejzVR_ziFbejkfseWNqyNXLIa78kcblX2ruHmTjtxiEj39mbgA7DCO/s320/view472-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360926154241238034" /></a><strong>Glendale Ave. – Candler Park “Sale of the Century” </strong><br /><br /> In truth only a few of the signs for this sale noted it to be “the sale of the Century”. We are still only nine years into the century so I did not expect anything big and were not highly disappointed when I visited at this small sale set up on the sidewalk of this narrow street. When I arrived a man driving a car with Gwinnett County plates was arguing with the seller that his books should only be fifty cents and not a dollar. The reseller appeared desperate and drove off in anger when the seller did not drop his price. Overall this sale was not very notable. The seller asked me if I knew the value of his Polaroid J 33. I had no idea but told him they no longer make film and it was probably worth 10 to 20 bucks. I later looked it up on eBay and found my appraisal to be correct. Among the stuff being sold here were packages of Avery mailing labels, some AAA maps of recent vintage, containers of sewing supplies, a tripod that folded sown to fit in a backpack (I later regretted not buying this), a microwave oven, a crock pot, a drink mixer and a tray with a tole painting of flowers.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKE2GBs7PuBQ2LAzYC6vy9dE4bwKegj83y-eqW6nck-YXJdqc5MelLtCkZ5oUeHhZ5Td5OfwgmrX-oF1bMipH4qyACZnCcpBs0tFsJg63vZKhiRe9BILu2_EGqOE-kRc8ke-E/s1600-h/seller476-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyKE2GBs7PuBQ2LAzYC6vy9dE4bwKegj83y-eqW6nck-YXJdqc5MelLtCkZ5oUeHhZ5Td5OfwgmrX-oF1bMipH4qyACZnCcpBs0tFsJg63vZKhiRe9BILu2_EGqOE-kRc8ke-E/s320/seller476-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360926155083115106" /></a>Seller posing with Polaroid.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTANAnkz-ZLcSRD2T3BLljkjaxUdxvp9unBqNlN-mxpo1qcrNRsVr1Q2uUK7YPzpyAtu0K61SvNtpK96aD-4sqgOPR3AyOesMS1pB-o-a-iWhDxF0_iRo1-SfKceFV-ztINUFg/s1600-h/sellers491-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTANAnkz-ZLcSRD2T3BLljkjaxUdxvp9unBqNlN-mxpo1qcrNRsVr1Q2uUK7YPzpyAtu0K61SvNtpK96aD-4sqgOPR3AyOesMS1pB-o-a-iWhDxF0_iRo1-SfKceFV-ztINUFg/s320/sellers491-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360926800310475106" /></a><strong>Mortimer Ave. – Edgewood “Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br /> After driving into Cabbagetown to visit a highly unmemorable yard sale I saw some signs for this sale in the yard of a small home in the Edgewood community. Here two women had covered their front yard with a wide range of clutter. While sipping wine spritzers they showed me the Hulk hand from the newer film version not the Ang Lee film, a pair of mismatch stage monitors left over from a band one of them was once in and a black velvet painting of a very unhappy looking Willie Nelson. In addition to the sad looking Willie they had another painting in the same media of a happier looking unicorn. Other stuff scattered around included a small purse that said LUST, a semi demolished ink jet printer, two Reservoir Dogs action figures (Mr. Black and Mr., Orange), some oversized play money, a set of flaming hurricane glasses from Pat O’Brian’s, a box of framed Gaham Wilson cartoons and a bag of small dowels. They asked me if I knew anything about the camera they were selling (this seems to be a theme this morning) and I examined a Minolta SLR that was in several pieces in a camera bag. I told them that it was not worth much but showed them how some of the pieces fit together.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ei3JejcG1WhnCOXz7Bp6IGxexC3JnGrA38JIQoiJb_DHdtXFzEm5TfLFooC7z-y57FFtrCdy34BQUufdRcnweuWY9DFlD89OTfcxpgTht5G0dsPmozNqDjRBcNBsPmrfwxo2/s1600-h/hulkhands489-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ei3JejcG1WhnCOXz7Bp6IGxexC3JnGrA38JIQoiJb_DHdtXFzEm5TfLFooC7z-y57FFtrCdy34BQUufdRcnweuWY9DFlD89OTfcxpgTht5G0dsPmozNqDjRBcNBsPmrfwxo2/s320/hulkhands489-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360926807586854818" /></a>Hulk Hands but not the inferior Ang Lee Hulk Hands,<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkOcrkqJTJs9oE8L2rJluk715h7WJkMvgNmuHjjm7sDaTb5kjGqhQzK_tElE-ItAN1lOl5cs7Q3SS6I8wKT4ShY3mzQRy1OT5I_G3287q9mq6RcxSk4F6yDd8pNGCMOVAJQgP6/s1600-h/view573-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkOcrkqJTJs9oE8L2rJluk715h7WJkMvgNmuHjjm7sDaTb5kjGqhQzK_tElE-ItAN1lOl5cs7Q3SS6I8wKT4ShY3mzQRy1OT5I_G3287q9mq6RcxSk4F6yDd8pNGCMOVAJQgP6/s320/view573-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360927502475605938" /></a><strong>Vidal Dr. – Decatur “Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br /><br /><br /> In Decatur I found four sales very close to one another. This one looked promising from the large sign in the driveway but once I headed past the row of mattresses lining the driveway I was disappointed not by the quantity of goods for sale but more so by the ordinary nature of what was there. In back of the house I found a fireplace set, a large table stacked with hardbound copies of popular fiction, a set of candle holders that looked like oversize stemware, a set of golf clubs some clothing, a framed print of Auburn University and a box of plush toys. In the plush toys was plush I pod. The seller told me it you could connect it to an I pod and it functioned as a speaker pillow.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1CVqvAp-7TRZoOMUXYkKGubdRRi_E3_0w5vtreHmYExjd1x_Ak9Di20eo_QHoi74GLbMJcuUEq3kBcY3VSfW-nRcLcRudmoJ9DRChreosXXI5hdyXJxTDJRWY3qiF7fZRxwhU/s1600-h/ipillow4567-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1CVqvAp-7TRZoOMUXYkKGubdRRi_E3_0w5vtreHmYExjd1x_Ak9Di20eo_QHoi74GLbMJcuUEq3kBcY3VSfW-nRcLcRudmoJ9DRChreosXXI5hdyXJxTDJRWY3qiF7fZRxwhU/s320/ipillow4567-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360927489603896722" /></a>An I Pod to sleep on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkMNdIbVf0X8uwikspcZ7mZTGecDQ8NG02J1l5o3u2XqrWzGMuIm880oF1Tef1nAnCMvqsHum4KbojSV9YmgJdkVXoFQ63FfDTmCnf6_RzcV47tBCpIbVzPkSkfNXsvXknuop/s1600-h/scream76-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkMNdIbVf0X8uwikspcZ7mZTGecDQ8NG02J1l5o3u2XqrWzGMuIm880oF1Tef1nAnCMvqsHum4KbojSV9YmgJdkVXoFQ63FfDTmCnf6_RzcV47tBCpIbVzPkSkfNXsvXknuop/s320/scream76-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360928142519288786" /></a><strong>Lamont Dr. Decatur “Estate Sale” “Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br /><br />There were two sales on this street. The first was a moving sale that featured a large selection of clutter spread across the yard and driveway of a brick home. <br />An inflatable Munch’s Scream figure was posed horizontally in a rosemary bush at the entrance. On the grass was a selection of garish Halloween and Xmas decor. The Halloween stuff included a witch cauldron, a sign that read “Broom Parking” and a very ugly hand painted teapot in the shape of a witch hold a cat. There were a few faux jack o lanterns and a few objects with snowmen on them. In the yard was a pile of children’s games including one entitled “Throw Me a Bone”. <br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivmvaYpIxJ7GZZkwsGJCDYE8U5Gxz_ledu0VBJbuWIwFN3rcpjcZGmgyUrlY4So7tXkRQ4eOEOU0qSSfczVlFf-GCSc6gezwL1kz6A2mAvDDu5eA0SnnI11KGNTo1eqlWcKAIP/s1600-h/throwbone580-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivmvaYpIxJ7GZZkwsGJCDYE8U5Gxz_ledu0VBJbuWIwFN3rcpjcZGmgyUrlY4So7tXkRQ4eOEOU0qSSfczVlFf-GCSc6gezwL1kz6A2mAvDDu5eA0SnnI11KGNTo1eqlWcKAIP/s320/throwbone580-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360928154260349826" /></a>Bone throwing game.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlwgJidmIb8Cu75HYqwoUbALLxHmT-GrDZv_a1MqAeAP3I7kB8-3ux8U1vqjv8dl50WG4FgzVoT_AIVbhIl9wpX2SvHlt1OetGOlpi6_AFwgfFZzvciX_gbKLuexja2WddJtw/s1600-h/horrible584-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlwgJidmIb8Cu75HYqwoUbALLxHmT-GrDZv_a1MqAeAP3I7kB8-3ux8U1vqjv8dl50WG4FgzVoT_AIVbhIl9wpX2SvHlt1OetGOlpi6_AFwgfFZzvciX_gbKLuexja2WddJtw/s320/horrible584-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360928150781141186" /></a>Horrible teapot.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Second sale on this street was very small and featured a variety of sporting goods including a portable putting green. Among some stuff on a table was a setoff plastic Civil War figures. I found this ironic after seeing the re-enactors earlier.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZtcZ6n0Cc9mjHVUwl4b3_6DHJprXS6-l1mjm8ND9exol83vrw7o5PwCqIIvziQhEpR6xOHPazD8rA_j_cKqJQ6rsyd930X44j1aDWZt5SBHOL_i-EPJ_e7K2n3LznYOc3ClN/s1600-h/civil-war616-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZtcZ6n0Cc9mjHVUwl4b3_6DHJprXS6-l1mjm8ND9exol83vrw7o5PwCqIIvziQhEpR6xOHPazD8rA_j_cKqJQ6rsyd930X44j1aDWZt5SBHOL_i-EPJ_e7K2n3LznYOc3ClN/s320/civil-war616-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360928710567402658" /></a>Boxes of Civil War characters.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHx8UNbRkdVjaqosEXZUTaWOcVzgax2wr4_4K2YI5WfQS4Sj8l_qgSjAaAoFuvfZTJLi-WKN2uWUDD4H98LQJC6UePL5VH33Mwx9TB0XCuGOBsjObj3aKVxLsFfAKEkL2euhgE/s1600-h/view472-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHx8UNbRkdVjaqosEXZUTaWOcVzgax2wr4_4K2YI5WfQS4Sj8l_qgSjAaAoFuvfZTJLi-WKN2uWUDD4H98LQJC6UePL5VH33Mwx9TB0XCuGOBsjObj3aKVxLsFfAKEkL2euhgE/s320/view472-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360929470124255826" /></a><strong>Clairmont Rd. – Decatur “Upscale Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br /> I’m not sure what made this sale upscale but it was quite interesting. Here a huge amount of stuff lie sprawled in front of a ranch style home. The mixture of clutter here was more unique than upscale. On a setoff shelves was a huge collection of VHS tapes all labeled with very large print labels. One tape even had a large label that said “blank”. On a table was a pile of CDs that had all been placed in library style soft plastic cases. Spread out in the middle of the yard was a huge array of plush toys, mostly bears but in the middle was a large smiling plush clown. A large selection of books carried many contrasting titles included among them were “Three Magic Words, a guide to foot reflexology”, “Excuse Me Your Life is Waiting”, a book of gags for religious ventriloquists and “The All American Bean Book”. Several tarps on the grass were covered in clothing mixed in with the clothing were a few unopened packages of women’s hose still bearing the 59 cent original price tags.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXpMdO4m60vkHachUcX5TBRYdZb2Z_wuOeYGTbWqEySmH13vaWhNovECyGGB0lLUAhh33Yw8nF1ecnXqkfA8sAoSV5zsvKSrFrfswMDbv1_V0Bef4RaCSmQ6myXCz7G22eN_W/s1600-h/vhs89-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXpMdO4m60vkHachUcX5TBRYdZb2Z_wuOeYGTbWqEySmH13vaWhNovECyGGB0lLUAhh33Yw8nF1ecnXqkfA8sAoSV5zsvKSrFrfswMDbv1_V0Bef4RaCSmQ6myXCz7G22eN_W/s320/vhs89-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360929469009960306" /></a>Well labeled video tapes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuKAWtZVMC1EnoWhugHiiRMjydWIQoJdaUjEc_NZza97vT9AFYcNVuf6ldYNUTe_m_NAdBjOwYkb_QXR9lxaRZp7MYJ4DxbUcDTgUoa3_HXKvXkGGBk9xFjGor-p8opj47F5Z/s1600-h/ventgags98-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuKAWtZVMC1EnoWhugHiiRMjydWIQoJdaUjEc_NZza97vT9AFYcNVuf6ldYNUTe_m_NAdBjOwYkb_QXR9lxaRZp7MYJ4DxbUcDTgUoa3_HXKvXkGGBk9xFjGor-p8opj47F5Z/s320/ventgags98-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360929465659957314" /></a>Gags for sacred dummy humor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKYL69j8BiAbQ3T9L-nG_TMwPpVMvhoe3E5yOyLaVMu4qPxtkGdwZ68t6ec-AyOu06ZexXkqlamgaovNZGYfXVsNXjhK0JLfby4msuke_kJtK9j55t_2e5Rbx816_MR5ghXiOR/s1600-h/plushbears90-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKYL69j8BiAbQ3T9L-nG_TMwPpVMvhoe3E5yOyLaVMu4qPxtkGdwZ68t6ec-AyOu06ZexXkqlamgaovNZGYfXVsNXjhK0JLfby4msuke_kJtK9j55t_2e5Rbx816_MR5ghXiOR/s320/plushbears90-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360929458274353810" /></a>Pile of plush.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJjO3BFwK9q1atl64hEjdZcp5V7hIa4mBRzEFR8U8daj5ql4tjt5ZO6njeUdWdEEJ_7HB-LOi-YI3quw1PwbZUD5ysc9YEwJoW2M5IduRlcvWxgRGmm1lGug7WS1A2UWOUJE-/s1600-h/hose613-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJjO3BFwK9q1atl64hEjdZcp5V7hIa4mBRzEFR8U8daj5ql4tjt5ZO6njeUdWdEEJ_7HB-LOi-YI3quw1PwbZUD5ysc9YEwJoW2M5IduRlcvWxgRGmm1lGug7WS1A2UWOUJE-/s320/hose613-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360929456047420258" /></a>Vintage hosiery in original packaging.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1HEk9Q7uVtj6U_ODiUk5Ude6W79dWLAfreXVQZOyXMotAh5OGN0XLm0Lzql_MoNHHbsXEN36nOtlaNyeEh_c2tsZRgYdHMchajgslTP-q3oEkgHiUmVQOyauYSNzIV5On_cJ/s1600-h/phone-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1HEk9Q7uVtj6U_ODiUk5Ude6W79dWLAfreXVQZOyXMotAh5OGN0XLm0Lzql_MoNHHbsXEN36nOtlaNyeEh_c2tsZRgYdHMchajgslTP-q3oEkgHiUmVQOyauYSNzIV5On_cJ/s320/phone-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360924599434842178" /></a><strong>Re-enactors in the ‘hood</strong><br /><br />For the second year in a row the Kirkwood community near my home has celebrated the anniversary of the Battle of Atlanta with tours, a 5K run, a party and Civil War re-enactors camped out in a local park. I am a history major and I appreciate people getting dressed up in costumes but I’ve never fully understood the full mindset of the re-enactor community. Today in a park near a large satellite dish array a few dozen of these dedicated individuals marched around, shot off a canon, made horseshoes, moseyed about and talked on cell phones while locals looked on. I hung out for a while and all those I spoke with were quite authoritative in their knowledge of the battle and the life of the troops. A few women and children were also in the mix. It’s a shame that more historical events are not reenacted everyone needs a reason to dress up in costume more often.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaiKt3V3UFAi2LgCISZIcf3HK4poWG4rIuVwC2w76ZCWp5bE7MM5JeY77gpKjO3tDowN-_ZBarPkdcuRH0yPOx7M5NWXl4BmShKvRuiUJ00ybM3Tw6eaXA52PtDDh9wJmq07GE/s1600-h/belles-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaiKt3V3UFAi2LgCISZIcf3HK4poWG4rIuVwC2w76ZCWp5bE7MM5JeY77gpKjO3tDowN-_ZBarPkdcuRH0yPOx7M5NWXl4BmShKvRuiUJ00ybM3Tw6eaXA52PtDDh9wJmq07GE/s320/belles-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360924597541219058" /></a>Women involved in re-enactments are mostly delighted their spouses have chosen this over Dragon Con.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtPWPmgFZNY9HGU6LhnH_Y1aIuF6Og4iFlCbGMrJeZCC-J7c8pmZIwQS-iGMZbHE2Z3SWR0aLkblgybN-BczbtJTWau7kZTgCwGQ_uMr_cZktyze2AXP_V1Un2yZrP4o_Ub4EA/s1600-h/arm-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtPWPmgFZNY9HGU6LhnH_Y1aIuF6Og4iFlCbGMrJeZCC-J7c8pmZIwQS-iGMZbHE2Z3SWR0aLkblgybN-BczbtJTWau7kZTgCwGQ_uMr_cZktyze2AXP_V1Un2yZrP4o_Ub4EA/s320/arm-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360924593128554402" /></a>Civil War field hospital or yard sale? You be the judge.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2prAnZxv6x6g5RbL7nmOMEdoc1IVJbWofGHdLRJPPbBRU52oNeDskfMj_9fuz-nujef4vAQEe9E2j8l2fMZ_wwF5pU2bMCinSU6eYCWJWqOt3hlANGNdTFeWRkQJWAwvZ4kyo/s1600-h/sepia-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2prAnZxv6x6g5RbL7nmOMEdoc1IVJbWofGHdLRJPPbBRU52oNeDskfMj_9fuz-nujef4vAQEe9E2j8l2fMZ_wwF5pU2bMCinSU6eYCWJWqOt3hlANGNdTFeWRkQJWAwvZ4kyo/s320/sepia-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360924603602924194" /></a>State law requires that one antique looking sepia image must be included with photographs of any Civil War re-enactment.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-79805229260003617562009-07-16T17:56:00.000-07:002009-07-16T18:26:31.938-07:00Perennial sales and unwanted Tiki items 7/11/09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFPCoi75O3_Ywsftf4ls9kFvVK95UKsj03z-L-eSE3X7F1lIoi_Iv8PTB46ss0T5zzuRxTNJDU8XwbIrHL2LEdXUanS3s8S7JruIwc5DPpzoqethOrvVlTnCs2fY4THwHia50/s1600-h/sign07-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFPCoi75O3_Ywsftf4ls9kFvVK95UKsj03z-L-eSE3X7F1lIoi_Iv8PTB46ss0T5zzuRxTNJDU8XwbIrHL2LEdXUanS3s8S7JruIwc5DPpzoqethOrvVlTnCs2fY4THwHia50/s320/sign07-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359228679581155186" /></a> As I approach the half-decade mark of this odyssey of clutter one of the things I have found in my limited realm of in-town Atlanta is that some sales occur on a repeating basis every year. These sales appear and blossom much like the azaleas in the yards of so many southern homes. Like those flowers sometimes there are good years and sometimes there are drab years. In my neighborhood I have visited several sales in the same yards of some home four years in a row. One not so interesting sale I visited for four years. In that time they have attempted to sell a used breast pump without success. One the fourth and most recent sale the pump was not in sight. Either they had sold it or given up on trying to sell this somewhat highly personal device. Most of these perennial sales seem to evolve, some things reappear some thing remain retreating back to basements and garages to hibernate for another attempt the following year. <br />This morning I visited two homes that I have visited multiple times in the past.<br /><br /><strong>Elmira Ave.- Candler Park “Yard Sale”</strong><br /> The painted plywood sign nailed to an oak tree on the curb was my signal that this was a return visit for me. I told the seller upon arrival that I have photographed the large yellow smiley face sign at least twice in the past. She told me a man who had done some work on her house had made it and she kept using whenever she felt like having a yard sale. In years past the contents of her yard featured a selections of house wares and older home furnishings. This time around the yard was dominated by a selection of new age media. A card table held a number of bumper stickers (Led by spirits, Follow your bliss) pins and cards.<br />On another table was a large selection of mostly new age and spiritual books. Among them I found “Create Your Own Goddess”, “The Earth Path”, “The Seven Spiritual Laws of Yoga”, “Smile for no Good Reason” and “Reality Adjustment”. On another table were a CD player and a large assortment of recordings that matched the spiritual essence of the books. The discs were sorted out in boxes with labels such as “guided meditations”, “chanting”, “Native American,” “music for meditation and healing” and “dance music”.<br />I bought nothing but talked for sometime to the seller about the publishing industry.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJlmxb_d4pbtZAPe2MB_GgQlp3zqYWlfrcYB4D6NdIFwIX3VyGK6zAoP5Ipj_Icxo4TYlFrZNs5bUvl-XnQGI71nk-pwatHC15Ry_NqIuWKAs9OYYYsTfav9lW5_DLboUZR6K/s1600-h/newage02-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJlmxb_d4pbtZAPe2MB_GgQlp3zqYWlfrcYB4D6NdIFwIX3VyGK6zAoP5Ipj_Icxo4TYlFrZNs5bUvl-XnQGI71nk-pwatHC15Ry_NqIuWKAs9OYYYsTfav9lW5_DLboUZR6K/s320/newage02-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359228680848724018" /></a>Selection of new age bumper sticks.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wGMzof_85YUlXu-4FeD7nptGtanCIAICwlenLMJuZlvHvB9JEZMxCNwuVHbSCYP9_jGfSSxid7MxvbjO-QyfyhAvW_MpLlzvPuZGYerOEfMfCv_SXrGgCudw05E5H4iOy0dM/s1600-h/see-also0-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wGMzof_85YUlXu-4FeD7nptGtanCIAICwlenLMJuZlvHvB9JEZMxCNwuVHbSCYP9_jGfSSxid7MxvbjO-QyfyhAvW_MpLlzvPuZGYerOEfMfCv_SXrGgCudw05E5H4iOy0dM/s320/see-also0-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359229375612557266" /></a><strong>Elmira St. - Candler Park Yard Sale</strong><br /><br />At the end of the same street was another sale hosted by a friend from my days in Ormewood Park. On top of his van parked in the street was a large sign directing customers to also visit the sale down the street. It was evident by the age spread of the toys that he had not had a sale in some time. Among the toys was A Real Meal Oven, Junior Monopoly, bins filled with small plastic cars and airplanes and a large box of PlayDoh. Hanging on a pole in the large was a child’s costume of one of the characters from Monsters Inc made with blue fake fur. It looked too hot to wear. Adult stuff in his yard included a bowl of golf balls, some candles shaped like stars, some silver serving dishes, two trench coast, four boogie boards and a collection of glass insulators.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudCakSqDtWYX63_BKKiOu4Ug6P3ojldXaBjHAGaDieWkmgc5KnWiasGhuibLAuln4JhFemd60sMkrI8UJyr-IWOZsL_wB0u9uogfgqUd8GvOfkdwC2M3NrrlQImPtOSs4-ihB/s1600-h/costume412-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudCakSqDtWYX63_BKKiOu4Ug6P3ojldXaBjHAGaDieWkmgc5KnWiasGhuibLAuln4JhFemd60sMkrI8UJyr-IWOZsL_wB0u9uogfgqUd8GvOfkdwC2M3NrrlQImPtOSs4-ihB/s320/costume412-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359229380581429058" /></a>Hot costume. Note: It could also be worn as a Where the Wild Things Are costume.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJXHl-MpiJSXKcsB8H1h9QD9ebshK6o6wmiz92YKuYTpjuXXiPBFQwLD7S1lT5J2_ogmYk2YkvAU5mGrll4mxjy80MBuGwjvwuxEoHOY4n7If9JaV5UDDYBQrW_9r5bo-n-4Z0/s1600-h/bin418-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJXHl-MpiJSXKcsB8H1h9QD9ebshK6o6wmiz92YKuYTpjuXXiPBFQwLD7S1lT5J2_ogmYk2YkvAU5mGrll4mxjy80MBuGwjvwuxEoHOY4n7If9JaV5UDDYBQrW_9r5bo-n-4Z0/s320/bin418-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359229381508179666" /></a>Bin of plastic toys.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgscBineEymbvvuaPQomdmTaD32OIXReFy5eAEgTacK86kdF2zi9_O55FXXCIEq8BJOEXfYYyyt2Nag-GDF86VjcYAicTu806mnqeQYUe1ZUzsLTTrq6Il_dS1rhCgoMQPV4I/s1600-h/art423-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgscBineEymbvvuaPQomdmTaD32OIXReFy5eAEgTacK86kdF2zi9_O55FXXCIEq8BJOEXfYYyyt2Nag-GDF86VjcYAicTu806mnqeQYUe1ZUzsLTTrq6Il_dS1rhCgoMQPV4I/s320/art423-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359230448330823906" /></a><strong>Mansfield Ave. – Candler Park “Yard Sale”</strong><br /><br />This was the other perennial sale of the day. The women hosting the sale remembered me when I arrived. She recalled two years ago when I was documenting her sale she viewed pictures of her sale on a laptop at this website while I was there. Each year here something stays the same and something changes. The seller is an artist. Last year she had the remains of a series of paintings large and small she had created of dogs. There were a few elements of this series remaining on this visit. But presently she is creating exotic headgear using bandanas, feathers and jewelry to liven up people’s heads. <br />This sale always has a lot of leftover art and craft supplies. Today I found clothespins, stencils, and old copies of Tole World, yarn, glue and lots of scrap pieces of fabric. Other stuff found here was a selection of women’s clothing, an old painting which I’m trying to decide is a self portrait, a copy of Lou Reed’s Transformer ( a personal favorite of mine) an empty Turfurky box, a copy of “The Customer is Always Wrong” and a Pippi Longstocking looking wigs that was brunette instead of red. She posed with it and said it was for the Asian Pippi Longstocking.<br />I bought nothing but hope return again next year.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_2vzqMGoaSaWHRPrxzM1GoFplZpqsziMjC2r0QmqWuLDhTp5QvWMspsHKTuBHE7ZK7omiwbLrrwRKpWnZCpa9JQ_r_CHB7B_N74K2g8KmcPQa3B8d4TWwZ7L07lrhT9_PaJY/s1600-h/headgear-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_2vzqMGoaSaWHRPrxzM1GoFplZpqsziMjC2r0QmqWuLDhTp5QvWMspsHKTuBHE7ZK7omiwbLrrwRKpWnZCpa9JQ_r_CHB7B_N74K2g8KmcPQa3B8d4TWwZ7L07lrhT9_PaJY/s320/headgear-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359231483968523746" /></a>The seller's current project - Head decor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr8HzZ19Yf2Rx-2m7nS8_SGU63SCnRGPfLOEvibEFUpxPFFxPadRz6foscEg1o8gyk3pmyIoFJPtVkWNejsWdWjktZAWGPXJTdUX0r7HzpHoFaIeb-dRVpZk-YO98TAAyF2lPr/s1600-h/wig429-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr8HzZ19Yf2Rx-2m7nS8_SGU63SCnRGPfLOEvibEFUpxPFFxPadRz6foscEg1o8gyk3pmyIoFJPtVkWNejsWdWjktZAWGPXJTdUX0r7HzpHoFaIeb-dRVpZk-YO98TAAyF2lPr/s320/wig429-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359230450603211906" /></a>Seller with Pippiesque wig.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSiyz9PvVPW0PtWsO0JaMhuKERjavkax07SUq35koCs9vGYEoZGbebhWRy5LiIbLio8aPQaOSLYG9eFLA99Kg4sRtKv3AUa6BGu_axer7x67Ie9BOITVozmcz-oHmWrZeVV5k/s1600-h/view-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSiyz9PvVPW0PtWsO0JaMhuKERjavkax07SUq35koCs9vGYEoZGbebhWRy5LiIbLio8aPQaOSLYG9eFLA99Kg4sRtKv3AUa6BGu_axer7x67Ie9BOITVozmcz-oHmWrZeVV5k/s320/view-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359232247519609522" /></a><br /><strong>Brownwood Ave. – East Atlanta “Yard Sale”</strong><br /><br /> This was a small sale without a lot of stuff worth remembering. A pair of tables was arrayed in a yard where the owners had failed at growing grass. Here I found a harlequin doll, a large plush Kermit, some small picture frames, a pedicure tool a book on cuddly cats. There was also a large old box spring leaning against a tree.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mRhzlMl3ipwOrhSyEQ9TWDBGsDvduUj7H1lXvFUbyFJrreEzgJbrvb9H44r8vsiWkvS4kM_4fhvW2U3yrW55ZNj9953H6phKSWc91XW_EXVnstO276O0AFlRv68T4T593ybP/s1600-h/fish448-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mRhzlMl3ipwOrhSyEQ9TWDBGsDvduUj7H1lXvFUbyFJrreEzgJbrvb9H44r8vsiWkvS4kM_4fhvW2U3yrW55ZNj9953H6phKSWc91XW_EXVnstO276O0AFlRv68T4T593ybP/s320/fish448-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359232644975708034" /></a><strong>Emerson Ave. - Ormewood Park “Yard Sale”</strong><br /><br /> Performer extordinaire Chico Nunez told me I needed to visit this sale the previous evening. I had started on Friday but when I arrived there was still a lot left. In the driveway in back of a small house a large collection of Tiki decor and other barware was piled up outside the garage. The seller told me he was changing his bar motif from a Tiki theme which he felt had peaked ten years ago to a more suave and sophisticated sixties look. In his redecorating efforts both large and small things were being divested. Among the stuff gathered in the driveway was a set of faux bamboo living room furniture, a massive two foot long varnished blowfish, a dozen paint by number paintings, a chocolate fountain ( not really a Tiki or retro item at all) one of those old vibrating belt exercise machines, numerous Tiki headed drinking vessels, several large Tiki heads, a salon floor model hair dryer and two pink artificial Xmas trees. Various other things that the owner was probably just tired of looking at included a large fax machine, a pair of platform boots, a pair of slippers shaped like women’s feet with painted toenails and a large collection of old light up magnifying make-up mirrors.<br />I bought nothing but the seller did take me inside to show off his new 60’s bar room décor.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCF9PRtmeLTnaIpbXkEApK2L4836dx09zNd_ajd6ZL0i8L3YXmQWCoHYzvYXdhoztLwLdJY2pMRHNmwQGeFgXC5wbC_ijbWBta7YqsUdAwYwTBD_IIJjTHD7hqCfHi4VuW367q/s1600-h/mirrors443-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCF9PRtmeLTnaIpbXkEApK2L4836dx09zNd_ajd6ZL0i8L3YXmQWCoHYzvYXdhoztLwLdJY2pMRHNmwQGeFgXC5wbC_ijbWBta7YqsUdAwYwTBD_IIJjTHD7hqCfHi4VuW367q/s320/mirrors443-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359232651934906962" /></a>Collection of old make-up mirrors.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd602iF1Rf_QBfj-W_ujs2gKoZUwqeGRC9AqswA0Nks9sFXajwH2gFTTEshWR8U9AqWAiJoPmgD3Uflgu1YXrsw2oQyjDd2nR0Oz_ujvIjCJUunoRzau2aELs6qUpNl-Ehs3H6/s1600-h/dogart450-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd602iF1Rf_QBfj-W_ujs2gKoZUwqeGRC9AqswA0Nks9sFXajwH2gFTTEshWR8U9AqWAiJoPmgD3Uflgu1YXrsw2oQyjDd2nR0Oz_ujvIjCJUunoRzau2aELs6qUpNl-Ehs3H6/s320/dogart450-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359232641417039394" /></a>One of the many paint by numbers works on display.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj411l1cxrbAB1IX5MU0iP1RDAD2yDhzDCcfCCi8jGntBObR6a8E086UClqt7dy8RAeFseF2TxJxmtGQKyh0Aoy5GL456as6rf_NniLEHGaPn_N863IUcwehxW3EUWEiT7c_erQ/s1600-h/boots454-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj411l1cxrbAB1IX5MU0iP1RDAD2yDhzDCcfCCi8jGntBObR6a8E086UClqt7dy8RAeFseF2TxJxmtGQKyh0Aoy5GL456as6rf_NniLEHGaPn_N863IUcwehxW3EUWEiT7c_erQ/s320/boots454-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359232638189513618" /></a>Platforms and old fax machine together at last.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGcJqjonK1MD6pgbKTNGWun4vRr2IVH2ac3xTpL0UCWObX2Q0bl-1y46QrgXPrVjQiJu6Ays-tDaKZqb6JjAC_10Dx7tnhLocvnosv8Tr2uSd2OmfFUVtl-VNo71uUpBUgGbYL/s1600-h/shoes41-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGcJqjonK1MD6pgbKTNGWun4vRr2IVH2ac3xTpL0UCWObX2Q0bl-1y46QrgXPrVjQiJu6Ays-tDaKZqb6JjAC_10Dx7tnhLocvnosv8Tr2uSd2OmfFUVtl-VNo71uUpBUgGbYL/s320/shoes41-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359232648538912850" /></a>Other footwear for sale.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nelms Ave. Lake Claire “YaRd SaLe”<br /><br />This sale was not very noteworthy but I wanted to mention it just for the sake of their poster and yes everything they had was cheap.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFucPpCuYl-ygrm3BLxZPeqJDzAqRr2JAVhbF-4ptdmH-h_fp-JhoNIXThdFMwZMOQcNA7AFZMek1yNnHnkZNSPv3zUM8tVlK7wDAFzfRwDzwNmISFoBP8vKacEjPQyaz38MEl/s1600-h/sign-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFucPpCuYl-ygrm3BLxZPeqJDzAqRr2JAVhbF-4ptdmH-h_fp-JhoNIXThdFMwZMOQcNA7AFZMek1yNnHnkZNSPv3zUM8tVlK7wDAFzfRwDzwNmISFoBP8vKacEjPQyaz38MEl/s320/sign-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359228325535378178" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-87006411065516165062009-07-12T11:05:00.001-07:002009-07-12T11:11:30.399-07:00On VacationI've been on vacation the last few weeks. YSA will return next week with new reports and images from the yards of clutter.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiN94jHfEggwNMJGDI9yt3dhRHbJhHIWNrBM37KNrrzZ4ssjM-rbCAiEaoUyQiuCXQWXVdEeqz6lwaxTmNq6CnT3clSM7UaaYRP0NhVH0Gb8uRib6UuM3FdE1Rw1heJC-BFzWY/s1600-h/P7044325.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiN94jHfEggwNMJGDI9yt3dhRHbJhHIWNrBM37KNrrzZ4ssjM-rbCAiEaoUyQiuCXQWXVdEeqz6lwaxTmNq6CnT3clSM7UaaYRP0NhVH0Gb8uRib6UuM3FdE1Rw1heJC-BFzWY/s320/P7044325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357637023458061298" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEJQqMbFa0SBmdbqB9aPWPf9ppSm0EcVid6qKfW2tG0j4JpymzXP0t9g7ZDT_Ef7UjmABa4wjiMC3vnDXcy0bxSg45Y-TS3FiF7KF4U2iktEe7C-D3W8-4NIPYXoV1he9yzeBg/s1600-h/surfboards.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEJQqMbFa0SBmdbqB9aPWPf9ppSm0EcVid6qKfW2tG0j4JpymzXP0t9g7ZDT_Ef7UjmABa4wjiMC3vnDXcy0bxSg45Y-TS3FiF7KF4U2iktEe7C-D3W8-4NIPYXoV1he9yzeBg/s320/surfboards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357637020629316194" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-76860346468653614922009-06-17T07:31:00.001-07:002009-06-17T08:04:03.333-07:006/13/09 The day after portable TVs became useless.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6noSVTDJ81DgudwiiXTdfAlhJRXgRqbpCln4-DE9XxwsmOBFvGi1xGDkZAFOXLICUH9LfQ9-oZeOcwYcr6xIJ_mygZCoCQj6IQ89k0VX5XXmsQLYgKt5h2FXgmjqbi3kTikU/s1600-h/insulators3875-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6noSVTDJ81DgudwiiXTdfAlhJRXgRqbpCln4-DE9XxwsmOBFvGi1xGDkZAFOXLICUH9LfQ9-oZeOcwYcr6xIJ_mygZCoCQj6IQ89k0VX5XXmsQLYgKt5h2FXgmjqbi3kTikU/s320/insulators3875-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348310178102045890" /></a><strong>Euclid Ave. - Candler Park “Yard Sale” </strong><br /><br /><br />The seller gave me a warm welcome as I was an old friend as I approached this sale on his porch. I had a vague memory that I had been here before some time back but I recalled not a man two older women selling a lot of antique like stuff on this porch. I also had a vague memory that I had seen the selection of Elvis collectibles and the collections of old glass electric insulators before. But one insulator looks like any other two me. Insulator are one collectable that I have never understood. I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone to actually collect these but there were a lot of them on this porch gleaming in the harsh morning sun. I didn’t spend much time here looking at a copy of the Da Vinci Code, a few old Pez dispensers or the unopened bottle of Woodbridge wine, which may or may not have been for sale. I told the friendly seller to have a good sale and left buying nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0AUNrSJUAIPogJaUiO47zGuIyprR2jvsSVUQ2jBGOZZDcYrCucE5SN811OY-2ytYxDylUJe3G7BurBIE4K9eNJh-WL8HcpyEafQy_98sGAl2QEIq1qU0ckRtvFYtv5sgNKn0A/s1600-h/elvis872-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0AUNrSJUAIPogJaUiO47zGuIyprR2jvsSVUQ2jBGOZZDcYrCucE5SN811OY-2ytYxDylUJe3G7BurBIE4K9eNJh-WL8HcpyEafQy_98sGAl2QEIq1qU0ckRtvFYtv5sgNKn0A/s320/elvis872-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348310179018001106" /></a>Elvis stuff on Euclid Ave.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDzhwS5UrfKll5Qc7w2G0oLLfSG1LxM1BlNsuIF2f8gBGt3J0R5z7Con2swhFRIWvSFi7QymseigQOqELCDR-erX0C5xr_W0DvDE2wBlbDchhconkXmxmzf5OdR8ulEIhpYq1/s1600-h/view3882-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDzhwS5UrfKll5Qc7w2G0oLLfSG1LxM1BlNsuIF2f8gBGt3J0R5z7Con2swhFRIWvSFi7QymseigQOqELCDR-erX0C5xr_W0DvDE2wBlbDchhconkXmxmzf5OdR8ulEIhpYq1/s320/view3882-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348310175381211378" /></a><strong>Euclid Ave. - Candler Park “Yard sale” </strong><br /><br />Just a few homes down was another sale. This one featured a man and two women presiding over a collection of clutter in their front yard. One of my artistic schemes for another exhibition is to create a series of portraits of sellers with their goods. So I spent most of my time here convincing the sellers to pose for me. The man posed holding a large Chinese style wall hanging that appeared to be crafted from plastic. The women posed on a very ugly sofa they referred to as big orange. “Oh we’re going to be in a coffee table book” one remarked. I took this to be a sign of fortune and made a mental note to get out at least one query letter to some publisher this week. I need to do something with the 7000 plus photos in this series. <br /> Among some stuff found in the yard were two chairs badly in need of recaning, a red union suit, a pillow embroidered with “the best is yet to come”, a door, an old gaming console, a vacuum cleaner and women’s clothing. There was a sign that said “Popcorn 50 cents” One of the sellers remarked that their son had sold not any popcorn thus far on this hot June day.<br />I bought nothing.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrgBk-6Al-rym_3SmuaEoPvknFNJ3oQxUEMuIV41xFUXL32kkV8TX6UciBtACfLMrFvIKC06Fv_GJq5mmZqPEGYpbvhbe7lSth4ztb_kSZkcE04AGrTx4NFckCULPdCgulbKKC/s1600-h/seller877-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrgBk-6Al-rym_3SmuaEoPvknFNJ3oQxUEMuIV41xFUXL32kkV8TX6UciBtACfLMrFvIKC06Fv_GJq5mmZqPEGYpbvhbe7lSth4ztb_kSZkcE04AGrTx4NFckCULPdCgulbKKC/s320/seller877-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348310172534045026" /></a>Seller with Chinese wall art.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbzirIsA42YVxtIxqj54E82GLUB_lHop-XQDa5_estaYBlxIHuSoitOR8f4ZdTIPdugF6vJePpE3cGL84_wo5mn9G3ge2XbxwDzIojYY6VqTonTwLDPSpaXGLJg9Z3bMXo2w8i/s1600-h/toys3886-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbzirIsA42YVxtIxqj54E82GLUB_lHop-XQDa5_estaYBlxIHuSoitOR8f4ZdTIPdugF6vJePpE3cGL84_wo5mn9G3ge2XbxwDzIojYY6VqTonTwLDPSpaXGLJg9Z3bMXo2w8i/s320/toys3886-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348309165569297394" /></a><strong>Village Walk – Decatur “Yard Sales” </strong><br /><br /><br />I had taped an interview the previous day on the local AM arts station WMLB and the host had told me that he was having a sale today so I felt obliged to visit. He had remarked that he collected a lot of stuff so I wanted to see what he had accumulated. One the way towards Decatur I made some stops at two totally forgettable sales and one that I am trying to forget. The later was a so-called estate sale that consisted of two tables of old décor items in the front yard of a tiny bungalow. It wasn’t the size and misleading manner of the sale that I want to forget but the odious smell. In front of the yard was a large open dumpster fill with damp broken things reeking of mildew. The molding smell was so strong I was able to taste it in my mouth for two days. <br />Village Walk an infill community in Decatur had no noxious smell there were three sales happening in the small community when I arrived. My host from the radio station did have a lot of collectible items. Most notable was a large animatronic singing and talking bust of Elvis. The eerie android King rolled his eyes curled his lips and talk and sang the entire time I was there. Other stuff neatly displayed on several tables included a selection of bobbing headed characters, a plush M&M dressed as Luke Skywalker, a bread maker, an unopened copy of the urban myth game, a storage rack for baby food complete with a sample bottle of baby food marked “bad” and an end table with a base of faux books.<br />I bought nothing but thanked my host for telling me about the sale.<br />Two other homes in Village walk had smaller sales. One mostly had a lot of modern house wares and a large collection of sweaters. The other had a large cat maze. I bought a portion of the cat maze. My cats have yet to play in it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5IS2oNs83TiG6W5WMR_VPRHffyX1JEBMwUH5Ecef9Ci4O9dHPd2AZ-KJHKkoF9KXN5YkUIIEEa8mVLh16sxM1FsVrU0dKJhNFk7K7bzcVd7EzYxA4HJSE_T6wzPmir8-2k7oV/s1600-h/elvis33892-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5IS2oNs83TiG6W5WMR_VPRHffyX1JEBMwUH5Ecef9Ci4O9dHPd2AZ-KJHKkoF9KXN5YkUIIEEa8mVLh16sxM1FsVrU0dKJhNFk7K7bzcVd7EzYxA4HJSE_T6wzPmir8-2k7oV/s320/elvis33892-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348309164219242914" /></a>Singing, talking, lip curling Elvis bust.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwY5VBO7LP7HtcIErbUEfwq23WnnCXrlJ34VIDHgUWGgp98z2pNyIvRniLLgs3-D00mayAOaUVOCw1k_Tm3BBf8RuDXQEo6gOi7b6lHme9Aj3AlyLi74SySD2ZtRUMTY5G-y9x/s1600-h/cattoy33899-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwY5VBO7LP7HtcIErbUEfwq23WnnCXrlJ34VIDHgUWGgp98z2pNyIvRniLLgs3-D00mayAOaUVOCw1k_Tm3BBf8RuDXQEo6gOi7b6lHme9Aj3AlyLi74SySD2ZtRUMTY5G-y9x/s320/cattoy33899-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348309160581754658" /></a>One of my purchases for the day. A cat toy my cats don't like.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMgN3HGjLtkx4AMie96bdupw5ZGmRtRg-Dm5wE55oobO-MJa2zBSNBvNhpwQlsx0akhnS5JUZKmcNBmNv8qxKea4JnSJBdxWY0K8PJUMwoWJEWNt6SHLemx_JBcqEXTP4gZoV/s1600-h/hut3900-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMgN3HGjLtkx4AMie96bdupw5ZGmRtRg-Dm5wE55oobO-MJa2zBSNBvNhpwQlsx0akhnS5JUZKmcNBmNv8qxKea4JnSJBdxWY0K8PJUMwoWJEWNt6SHLemx_JBcqEXTP4gZoV/s320/hut3900-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348308193427638978" /></a><strong>Russell St. - Forrest Hills “Street Sale”</strong><br /><br />This was a relatively small street sale with about six homes hosting medium to small sales. Yesterday marked the final day of analog TV broadcasting and strangely I found three old portable and now totally useless TV here. One was the once fashionable and high end Sony Watchman. Today it is just a curiosity that just picks up static. I did get a woman at one sale to pose with an especially dreadful striped sweater for my portrait gallery. Among some other stuff I found here was a replica of a grass hut, an extremely ugly baby doll with removable hair, a table full of holiday décor selling for 25 cents an item and a large vibrating lounger with a built in cup holder with instructions not to use it as an ashtray. I bought some pieces of copper pipe that I need for a sculpture I’m creating in the fall.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWd4x8NC-t59E5bN5qv98IlqDzAIUaxXi8QLjJJIsPKYcfCj7PcoHFvytNkoL3Y62lTK9vOsEsicJskYKldKWAq9_4I5l1ooT_48U2BQVgzixtqvt4mPfz0Y8kFQxeqrHH-VvF/s1600-h/sweater3919-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWd4x8NC-t59E5bN5qv98IlqDzAIUaxXi8QLjJJIsPKYcfCj7PcoHFvytNkoL3Y62lTK9vOsEsicJskYKldKWAq9_4I5l1ooT_48U2BQVgzixtqvt4mPfz0Y8kFQxeqrHH-VvF/s320/sweater3919-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348308205475962802" /></a>Seller posing with ugly sweater.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_eyDhtNcQ6S1WtGcq5T7Uxj8GizbQlQ-uceuaDz0HwT3F-qt1kLVn4kzDHlcz91uHFx08Kt-832_s5ACekVzQ07eB1dYywUdBYdHIYZqz0kYfuypIWnC0fII0I8ZNX3s-pnZh/s1600-h/tv905-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_eyDhtNcQ6S1WtGcq5T7Uxj8GizbQlQ-uceuaDz0HwT3F-qt1kLVn4kzDHlcz91uHFx08Kt-832_s5ACekVzQ07eB1dYywUdBYdHIYZqz0kYfuypIWnC0fII0I8ZNX3s-pnZh/s320/tv905-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348308198690273506" /></a>Useless electronic device.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJp3sdvgYIQrLcmwQH50L20VpcfSDvzjGPWYDGAozPF5PpKfIhU0jh2L7RVKt7LcBvjEbEYwcE4k4ELJyeG-J6oBfT999h1hu4gMRo0t-D6iABgLGnCSU1NQqhJUZHR_HVfbs4/s1600-h/doll3913-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJp3sdvgYIQrLcmwQH50L20VpcfSDvzjGPWYDGAozPF5PpKfIhU0jh2L7RVKt7LcBvjEbEYwcE4k4ELJyeG-J6oBfT999h1hu4gMRo0t-D6iABgLGnCSU1NQqhJUZHR_HVfbs4/s320/doll3913-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348308189547349698" /></a>Ugly and scary doll.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdP0V809MZaONWq9vrC91_hnVRFkMuNIEzxJpeFzmoQYPJ4BGNVC6tK29jtHuHLjz_TkQA2oQFsFdQjIExEPFmc1jTq4aVSGX1cQtziSxsUFJhLLSUYAC_AuORQzGKFT1ArG5B/s1600-h/view3924-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdP0V809MZaONWq9vrC91_hnVRFkMuNIEzxJpeFzmoQYPJ4BGNVC6tK29jtHuHLjz_TkQA2oQFsFdQjIExEPFmc1jTq4aVSGX1cQtziSxsUFJhLLSUYAC_AuORQzGKFT1ArG5B/s320/view3924-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348306412232155714" /></a><strong>Forrest Ave. - Forrest Hills “Yard Sale”</strong><br /><br />This was an extensive yard sale with a lot of stuff covering the front yard of a brick ranch home. Much of the stuff was baby items. In addition, they also had a used motor scooter, yet another non functional portable TV, several pairs of Crocs that appeared never to have been worn, an unopened package of toe separators, a Marilyn Monroe doll and a sweater almost as ugly as the one a the prior sale. I bought nothing but as I was leaving I encountered a large snapping turtle walking across the road towards the sales. I took this to be a good sign.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtrRDO1ANc2FA0Kicn7-5PyoF3uhe_shNePO9Bs63oM34F2h2r2MyBWVETVfYajoIIRKesMrZjYTM4Gb56cqXP58SkbJBYQ1SFcM4k7llWAJOO39QoRpCHQ0-svFs2ZWbE9w8/s1600-h/doll926-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtrRDO1ANc2FA0Kicn7-5PyoF3uhe_shNePO9Bs63oM34F2h2r2MyBWVETVfYajoIIRKesMrZjYTM4Gb56cqXP58SkbJBYQ1SFcM4k7llWAJOO39QoRpCHQ0-svFs2ZWbE9w8/s320/doll926-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348306418238944514" /></a>Marilyn doll overlooking baby items.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ryhyphenhyphen9ugfZxQi7-YJujBZz6nLHM0m7w0-2T5C4wyC2snsALgQgXUcEtdzI3CTaruwsV7b66qOQsQ316rbEoYRJKpf1ZByPSlufCc-CgY6MbRTRLhadyFaiIKXwCxu6581yh1O/s1600-h/turtle3928-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ryhyphenhyphen9ugfZxQi7-YJujBZz6nLHM0m7w0-2T5C4wyC2snsALgQgXUcEtdzI3CTaruwsV7b66qOQsQ316rbEoYRJKpf1ZByPSlufCc-CgY6MbRTRLhadyFaiIKXwCxu6581yh1O/s320/turtle3928-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348306422667239970" /></a>Why is the turtle crossing the road?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzWtUL7c3zUtY5EOtGNf-RxzfexIHT7_w2EYxfOz-MHNr04RruAC7nc4wp2CB94qwugRFvbZz2MKYwWo86RwTfYKzwb_MrV_do9jPzzF4PFWetXuNkR7aKlMvSccW1nvqjqlg/s1600-h/view36+a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzWtUL7c3zUtY5EOtGNf-RxzfexIHT7_w2EYxfOz-MHNr04RruAC7nc4wp2CB94qwugRFvbZz2MKYwWo86RwTfYKzwb_MrV_do9jPzzF4PFWetXuNkR7aKlMvSccW1nvqjqlg/s320/view36+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348304716444665746" /></a><strong>Delmar Ave. Ormewood Park “Multi Family Sale” </strong><br /> I headed from Decatur to SE Atlanta but several of the sales listed in Craigslist were not happening or were tiny events not worth documenting. The sale on Delmar was spread across the yards of two neighboring homes. Sadly most of the stuff was more baby items. I view baby items as the reverse of old home health care items. The later stuff often marks the end of a life and carries with it a certain amount of pathos. Baby items have no dramatic pathos but do mark the beginning of a new life and the dream of more clutter to come. Regardless of its promise of clutter to be I don’t find strollers, diaper bins, basinets and the like interesting to document. But there were other things going on here, such as several tables covered with older popular Cds selling for 3 for five dollars. Next to this they were selling Obama t-shirts and buttons. I do not know if they had over invested in Obamabelia or had created the stuff just for this sale. Other stuff here included a novelty rock star wig, two motorcycle helmets some women’s clothing and another now useless TV.<br />I bought nothing <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7dDdIi8DjPA-6_lXrGb8Q9wj1Q0nKSlGJvpBJXZwKz4t1LdrrOQyGEi5ehqcadCLManOpUfIfykzZFoK5rJKJYr8Y4y1tzyMyN5xto5_R6ssnF4zutZficAwXPEUp1xlkZCe/s1600-h/Obama935+a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7dDdIi8DjPA-6_lXrGb8Q9wj1Q0nKSlGJvpBJXZwKz4t1LdrrOQyGEi5ehqcadCLManOpUfIfykzZFoK5rJKJYr8Y4y1tzyMyN5xto5_R6ssnF4zutZficAwXPEUp1xlkZCe/s320/Obama935+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348304711246232370" /></a>Obama stuff on sale.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihDbgH0Ao8ZXdS2GaUv9VbVmgREeMsSxN52xIw3zZ6WBZiEu4q_qPCodEMuX_hKXjXC8VHQxGBK9HGpi-DIDxc6u3oKmauSCX8mPANk3SZg22INSH9OKO0TW0Ul5Jp4xW6cUwP/s1600-h/clcoks931-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihDbgH0Ao8ZXdS2GaUv9VbVmgREeMsSxN52xIw3zZ6WBZiEu4q_qPCodEMuX_hKXjXC8VHQxGBK9HGpi-DIDxc6u3oKmauSCX8mPANk3SZg22INSH9OKO0TW0Ul5Jp4xW6cUwP/s320/clcoks931-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348304705871401154" /></a>Clocks and helmets on Delmar.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8046843.post-80271986574366625072009-06-11T18:09:00.000-07:002009-06-22T18:42:38.380-07:00Big Church Sale redux- 6/4/09<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgivw548VnkWBAa8NGRn0507cRkHOXJLjvsBeWsE45S1_OJzmki7cb8vreP1LD5XzFNJyDaoVKsQ8TFNOlVOgW1fTNzp7AmEYP5_FQdXBEEKRw_rz7fOgf4zGeFOwn_4ZWIjDLu/s1600-h/Under-the-tree-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgivw548VnkWBAa8NGRn0507cRkHOXJLjvsBeWsE45S1_OJzmki7cb8vreP1LD5XzFNJyDaoVKsQ8TFNOlVOgW1fTNzp7AmEYP5_FQdXBEEKRw_rz7fOgf4zGeFOwn_4ZWIjDLu/s320/Under-the-tree-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346242824059712434" /></a><strong>The Yard Sale, Decatur</strong><br /><br /> This is a yearly sale that actually generates talk on the street. “Did you see that church with all the crap in front of it?”, “It looks like a 747 carrying the contents of 10 Goodwill stores crashed at a church in Decatur” or “The stuff goes on for miles”. People were calling me and sending me emails. When I heard church and yard full of junk I knew it was a reprise of the sale I had documented last summer. The sale is a delight not so much for the uniqueness of its goods but more for the massive volume of its clutter. It is a sight, a veritable field of clutter all scattered in a somewhat organized manner across several acres of grass. <br />Today I was just getting around again. I had had surgery only last week and was not moving to well but I decided that this event would be a good way for me to return to normalcy. While I mostly needed to protect my still bandaged abdomen I cautiously proceeded around the sale hoping no one would jostle my midsection with bedrails or curtain rods. I also found it challenging to bend and dip to inspect sundry goods and take proper photographs. <br />The sale this year had been dampered (as nearly all local sales for the past two months) by on and off rains showers. But while I was there the skies were clear. The organizers of the sale clad in “The Yard Sale” t- shirts had separated the contents by use and type much like in a large thrift store. Some things were more organized than others. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIJqwIoklQXaIWX0SZXw4pjCqwqmYNs2FCURcdgPlwt_b96YZWCZjrASLrsUC9gSLr8PIEuUOdWKUT-RXtXKuWd2aZdoSZIc-U3nL69BbUngR-aYixWx48yoIHl674jcSEySQ/s1600-h/ART7991-A.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIJqwIoklQXaIWX0SZXw4pjCqwqmYNs2FCURcdgPlwt_b96YZWCZjrASLrsUC9gSLr8PIEuUOdWKUT-RXtXKuWd2aZdoSZIc-U3nL69BbUngR-aYixWx48yoIHl674jcSEySQ/s320/ART7991-A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346242828433587858" /></a>The art section (one of my favorite areas) had the work divided by size with tiny five-inch framed works on one end and sofa size art on the other. Among some of the better art work was a wonderful naïve painting of a duck family, a painting of a drooping palm tree, a print of a busty fraulein and a hand carved boy scout plaque. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZF3VZoT9gupF1bKmTUyCpB68mtnWR16_3doQNZ5C9zgMHr9IeQ9et4gil910r_3T7UU6EqLQcTf91GW3AGS0N7BfINcCEdC3mI1MAQpENtESTXu-McIPKiRE6dKRZHyIqSIF-/s1600-h/nativity-A.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZF3VZoT9gupF1bKmTUyCpB68mtnWR16_3doQNZ5C9zgMHr9IeQ9et4gil910r_3T7UU6EqLQcTf91GW3AGS0N7BfINcCEdC3mI1MAQpENtESTXu-McIPKiRE6dKRZHyIqSIF-/s320/nativity-A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346244733165153842" /></a>All manner of holiday décor was represented here in no particular order. It appeared that at the start of the sale Xmas, Halloween, Easter items had been separated but by the actions of so many shoppers the seasons had been mixed into an tangled endless sea of holiday charm. I was most impressed by a highly degraded light up Nativity set that now presented the Holy family as a trio of lepers. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigp4k8D6VQj4IsdPm0DQH3819cbCbS2Cg1SD6ti8CVsefCEV2iE7Uis6PD8-HCztu8zRaFFNAQ5UnfrjViq_q4AXQ4d8IyxdluIVy5qq-RU3GkjiBT1JFK__2-hDgQ7E8iPx2k/s1600-h/old-technology-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigp4k8D6VQj4IsdPm0DQH3819cbCbS2Cg1SD6ti8CVsefCEV2iE7Uis6PD8-HCztu8zRaFFNAQ5UnfrjViq_q4AXQ4d8IyxdluIVy5qq-RU3GkjiBT1JFK__2-hDgQ7E8iPx2k/s320/old-technology-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346245120534698690" /></a>The technology section is notable for its excess in dated devices, most of which I fear will end up being recycled. In some ways it looked like the last stand of the cathode ray tubes as old TV and monitors were huddled together hoping to have once last chance at life and utility. The sale also demonstrates how disposable ink jet printers have become as these nearly covered the front steps of the sanctuary. Telephones, CPUs, cheap small speakers and masses of tangled cabled completed the mix.<br />Two surprising pleasant displays were the old baskets and luggage gathered underneath two large blooming magnolia tress. Nothing says the deep south more that a bunch of old crap piled under a magnolia. It was at this point that my doctor called me to come in and have my bandages removed. I would not see the rest of the sale but I felt I was now fully on the path to recovery.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyskWPyN_3XvzxvGB1nhQ6y1IDET-jqdjyQxkudW6xwY6R9niLWVfuPvyAFTR66UqWmOSgiAsy-jW2D-FHLjbSZXjOih6AbworZ6ARQovIShGQlYUJtKCgECrxqpUvaz-Lb26d/s1600-h/xmas-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyskWPyN_3XvzxvGB1nhQ6y1IDET-jqdjyQxkudW6xwY6R9niLWVfuPvyAFTR66UqWmOSgiAsy-jW2D-FHLjbSZXjOih6AbworZ6ARQovIShGQlYUJtKCgECrxqpUvaz-Lb26d/s320/xmas-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346245688677548514" /></a>Tangled mess of holiday decor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiT9VRqL91WwwsauXZcdE2xkTDzjVfmjFw5FokgIjyThCOOB5hoSGhAFI9I6n96g0FbAhuDwPR8pr8gyFqAVEqond4xqPjsid2v-ohudndxW8yTtDyIm8ln5fEdkVEtruqoSc9/s1600-h/ducks-a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiT9VRqL91WwwsauXZcdE2xkTDzjVfmjFw5FokgIjyThCOOB5hoSGhAFI9I6n96g0FbAhuDwPR8pr8gyFqAVEqond4xqPjsid2v-ohudndxW8yTtDyIm8ln5fEdkVEtruqoSc9/s320/ducks-a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346245677568189602" /></a>Duck painting.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2