Back in November we posted a sale entitled
Chicago Tiki Lounge, which was an enormous hit amongst our readers the world over. You no doubt remember all the excitement and hub-bub surrounding that story, and continue to comment about it with your friends and family to this very day. But there was more to that unassuming north side four-square home than its blast-from-the-past
South Pacific-style basement bar.
There were stacks of commemorative plates from the Franklin Mint or the Bradford Exchange or one of those other shady companies that shamelessly peddle these things on late-night TV as investment-quality items. Let this be a lesson to all of you as you approach your golden years: this is what becomes of them. They sit unwanted, even at pennies on the dollar. You might as well throw your retirement funds into the street. Or write a nice check made out to Estate Sale Stories.
In keeping with the Pacific islands theme, there was also a room filled with seashells, all of them neatly cataloged and categorized for use. Use in what?
I'm so glad you asked.
I spend a lot of time on this blog railing against wallpaper, but this -- found in an upstairs bedroom -- kind of made me swoon a little. It's clever. It didn't necessarily look real, but that didn't necessarily detract from its charms, either.
That's also where I found this. I imagine resting your tired dogs on top of this after a long day waiting tables or standing behind a sales counter would be a relaxing and rejuvenating experience, provided that it didn't electrocute you.
Oh, look. More seashell crafts. On a personal note, I've always liked this shot and the way that gown is captured in the mirror. It satisfies the amateur photographer in me.
If you have a tiki bar in your basement, it's pretty much a given you're going to have a jacket like this in your closet. It's just the natural order of things.
More wallpaper, this time with cherubs.
And when you have wallpaper like that, a switchplate like this probably qualifies as one of the great lucky finds of your life. That, too, is the natural order of things, and no doubt proof of God's great plan at work.
There were stacks of commemorative plates from the Franklin Mint or the Bradford Exchange or one of those other shady companies that shamelessly peddle these things on late-night TV as investment-quality items. Let this be a lesson to all of you as you approach your golden years: this is what becomes of them. They sit unwanted, even at pennies on the dollar. You might as well throw your retirement funds into the street. Or write a nice check made out to Estate Sale Stories.
In keeping with the Pacific islands theme, there was also a room filled with seashells, all of them neatly cataloged and categorized for use. Use in what?
I'm so glad you asked.
I spend a lot of time on this blog railing against wallpaper, but this -- found in an upstairs bedroom -- kind of made me swoon a little. It's clever. It didn't necessarily look real, but that didn't necessarily detract from its charms, either.
That's also where I found this. I imagine resting your tired dogs on top of this after a long day waiting tables or standing behind a sales counter would be a relaxing and rejuvenating experience, provided that it didn't electrocute you.
Oh, look. More seashell crafts. On a personal note, I've always liked this shot and the way that gown is captured in the mirror. It satisfies the amateur photographer in me.
If you have a tiki bar in your basement, it's pretty much a given you're going to have a jacket like this in your closet. It's just the natural order of things.
More wallpaper, this time with cherubs.
And when you have wallpaper like that, a switchplate like this probably qualifies as one of the great lucky finds of your life. That, too, is the natural order of things, and no doubt proof of God's great plan at work.
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