If you go to estate sales, you're going to see signs. And while these aren't the stars-and-pig-entrails kind, each one still deserves some kind of interpretation.
This must be a free-verse update of the original: "Nice to look at, delightful to hold, but if you break it, we mark it 'Sold'."
Three lines are still battling it out for supremacy on this one.
1.) By the sign painter formerly known as Prince.
2.) Also, we cannot "B" expected "2" spell correctly.
3.) We "R" not responsible... and cannot "B" trusted.
As in somewhere between "good" and "poor".
Listen to your mother.
Parents: you have been warned.
Sometimes estate sale companies forget to specify whether the address is on the N. or the S. end of the street. When that happens, desperate and still-alive homeowners take matters into their own hands.
While this is a lovely gesture, these cookies look like something that should be picked up with an old shopping bag over your hand.
Although not posted by the estate sale company, this is still one of the weirdest signs I've seen at one. From the ever-popular
Albany Park Underground Bar.
There's nothing funny about this sign.
Until you see what's in the garage.
If your name happens to be Holly and you have a Pantry, this is your lucky day.
It's worth mentioning that this was
not taped to a mirror.
How do you like it, how do you like it?
Surround Sound? That's last year's technology. All-around sound -- that's where everything's going. That's what you want.
First aid? This doll needs an ICU, stat!
Honestly, your guess is as good as mine.
Why, thank you.
By the time I arrived, there wasn't much left in the living room, except for this kicky carpet and that whorehouse floor lamp against the wall.
The house was cleverly designed around a central staircase, with landings that headed off in different directions. This little mezzanine looked out over the living room and entry way. It would be a pleasant place to sit and relax while you waited for other things to happen.
Perhaps in this master bedroom. It was a stunner -- take that any way you like -- with custom-built cabinetry covered in gray Formica. If I'm not mistaken, this is the room where Sonny Crockett seduced Mrs. Huxtable while the cast of Dynasty looked on.
I don't know if these newspapers were tucked between the mattress and the platform bed, or if they made their way here as part of the sale.
A lot of them were really old. For newspapers. People born during this era are definitely not old.
When people finally get all their news from some kind of screen, I wonder what they'll save after big events like these?
After seeing the Jack-and-Bobby-tragedy headline newspapers upstairs, these glasses in the kitchen made a lot more sense. It could just be a rumor, but they say the image our slain 35th president actually makes cold drinks taste better.
They also explained these TV Guides I found on one of the lower levels.
But it was this basement bar/rumpus room/pleasure dome that made the biggest impression.
Officially this area was off-limits, but one look at that rock wall and I knew I had to break all the rules. (Who's that in the mirror?)
That stained-glass window was lighted from behind. You'll think I'm being sarcastic or ironic when I say this, but I'm not: Talk about a touch of glass!
This built-in sauna was just off to the left, and I can think of no better place to sweat out this fall's election results than right here.
