My little sister and I went to an estate sale with our mother when I was 10 years old. We went into one of the little rooms of the stately old home in Portland, Oregon. Spread out on the table was an assortment of Easter chicks, baskets, bunnies and sweet pictures. My sister and I liked the goodies but noticed our mother turning red and tearing up. She wisked our confused selves out of there and we went home.
Mom explained; "I just imagined this gentle old lady setting these things out for her grandchildren's delight and now she is dead. It is just so sad."
We have a very sentimental family. My mom cries at everything.
I learned from that moment that it is a depressing thing to rummage through dead people's life.
Thirty-nine years later I am at an estate sale by accident. I had been looking for some toile- anything and a fuzzy pic in a Craigslist ad showed what appeared to be a toile print on a sofa. There are 2 of them and are 200.00 apiece. I made arrangement to go look and found myself in the middle of an estate sale on it's third day. (Instant fear and flashback)
I decided to play a long since I was there anyway. I found these lovely handpainted French lunceon plates; 6 for $10. They are each different with all kinds of beautiful detailing, black-etched birds, scrollies and framboises of pink, red and lime green.
The back of the plates say "Gien"
These are indeed toile. Blue on a cream-yellow back ground. They are just the style I like-a slip-covered look. They are clean, perfect, no crumbs under the cushions. The feet have not been chewed by puppies. Did she ever sit on them?
They are 200.00. Maybe I can get one of them.
What? It is 200.00 for BOTH of them? I can have them BOTH for 150.00? Are you sure?
So, I have a brand new living room with the objects of my dreams, waaaay better than what I could find in a furniture store. Better quality, much cheaper.
I have to tell my mom.