An occasionally updated chronicle of estate sales in the city and suburbs of Chicago.

"It's such a guilty pleasure..." Lynne Stiefel, Pioneer Press


Monday, July 13, 2009

Arlington Heights Tract House

From the outside it looked pretty much like its neighbors. From the inside it looked pretty much like a lot of estate sales. But looks can be deceiving.

First bedroom: ladies shoes and hats, fans, lamps, costume jewelery and accessories. Boring.

Second bedroom: Christmas and holiday decorations, dried flower sprays. Gah.

Third bedroom: "A windshield rubbed with sliced onion will stay clear on rainy days." Worth a try.

Also worth a try in these trying times. What else?

This kitchen is old, but actually kind of charming. I'm beginning to seriously wonder if this place will be blog-worthy.

The yellow counter tops certainly are cheery. And my mother had that exact same arrangement of fake fruit. But still.

Ooh, a basement. Maybe there's something interesting down here.

Meh. I was just about to leave when I turned and discovered...

... the video vault. It was a tiny room, off to one side, where someone had organized and stored hundreds of homemade VHS tapes.

There were so many. And they'd all been labeled with a name and a length and whether or not they'd been watched.

I know what you're thinking. But there's no scandal here. Just evidence of a harmless obsession.

Each one had been lovingly recorded and numbered and cataloged and obsessed over. There were several seasons of M*A*S*H and All in the Family and The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Someone must have been fortifying themselves against a potential drought of '70s reruns.

There were a lot of vintage movies, too. Many I'd never heard of. Take #405, above, which features a film called The Gay Sisters. They sure don't make 'em like that any more.

These filing cabinets were interesting, too. Why I didn't open them up I can't say. Maybe that's where all the home-grown porn was hidden.

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