I love estate sales. Jeff likes them too, although he doesn't like getting out of bed early on a Saturday. I prodded him out of bed at a terrible hour this morning to go to a sale that had received a lot of hype, in an older, well-kept area of Sacramento. It was good. I picked up a few pictures, some vintage linens and some cool jewelry. Not a motherlode, but I would have gone home happy.Heading back toward Lincoln, I hopped onto Jeff's Blackberry and found another estate sale in a very different area of Sacramento. On our way, we passed multiple, patrolling police cars, bars and check cashing centers. We arrived, locked our truck up tightly and went inside.
I wasn't expecting much and I pretty much got what I expected. After walking through the house, we were going out of the garage empty handed when I noticed that Jeff wasn't with me anymore. I turned around and noticed him looking intently at a pile of suitcases. A drawer pull under the luggage had caught his eye. Buried beneath the heap was this beautiful buffet. It has all of the orginal hardware, dove-tailed drawers, naturally distressed paint (in a great color), a velvet-lined silverware drawer and is in excellent condition. I was tempted to crawl on top of it and yell "MINE" before anyone else could see it. It turned out, that wasn't necessary. There were very few people who braved that part of town for an estate sale and the relatives facilitating the sale seemed happy to get rid of it.
Now it's nestled snugly in my shop where it is loved and admired. I would really like it to be nestled in my house but I try not to take home everything I want. Who knows, though, when the next customer comes in, I may crawl on top of it and yell "MINE".
