Saturday, January 23, 2010
The pajama game
Today my mom and I had a full slate of estate sale-ing and rummage sale-ing starting at Mill Middle School. That is Mill Middle School, in Williamsville.
I bought so many things a kid had to carry it out to my car for me! I got dinner plates and a lamp and a book for one of my nieces. And a mini-fridge. That is what it is called! You can put six cans of beer in it and take it anywhere and it is extremely well insulated so this summer I am going to be very, very popular.
We then went to two estate sales at two apartments in Amherst.
Zut alors, at one sale, the first thing I found was a music dictionary published in 1909 with all kinds of musical terms and, stuck between the pages, a typewritten list of numbers of instruments in the New York Philharmonic-Symphony. Before it was the New York Philharmonic! That meant it was old. When Leonard Pennario played with that outfit for the first time it still had its old name.
Speaking of which, you would think that someone possessed of such an object would also be possessed of Leonard Pennario records. Alas, such was not the case. There were a few piano CDs but no records. Shrewd in these matters, I deduced that when the person downsized and moved to the apartment, all the vinyl went.
I did pick up two little 1920s-style bowls made by Syracuse China. They were not priced and that is always a tense moment, when the sales biddies scrutinize them and decide how much to ask.
"It's Syracuse China," one of them said appraisingly.
But I ended up getting them for $1.
My mother was outraged by their hesitant behavior. On the way out she said to me, "I don't know what the big deal was about Syracuse China. It's not as if it's anything great."
Not like Buffalo China! Buffalo China would have been a big deal.
Fie on Syracuse!
At the final sale I have to say I was a hit because here we were in a crowded bedroom and first I spoke up and said, "Would anyone mind if I turned off the TV?" The TV was blasting commercials.
Everyone looked awed and said no and I turned off the TV.
Then when we were shopping in silence, going through this dead person's closets, I spoke up again. I said: "Mom, do you think I dare buy used pajamas?"
I got a laugh for that one!
And I bought the pajamas too.
But shhh. Don't tell anyone.
After that Howard and I went to two more estate sales. Howard is new at estate sales and he needs some training. You have to learn not to get depressed when you go to estate sales. Howard thought it was depressing.
"It doesn't mean the person died," I said, trying to reason with him as we left this estate sale on Middlesex, this tremendously wealthy street near our house. "Sometimes the person has just moved."
"That person died," he said.
You cannot go to cemeteries with Howard either because all he thinks about are all the dead people and what they were doing when they died.
So when I was with him at the two estate sales I bought nothing. Zip. The karma was not right.
But that's OK.
Tomorrow is another day!