Monday, June 28, 2010
Estate sale escapades part 1: Thursday
I decided to celebrate my victory with a drink - decaf, tall, soy latte - and some shopping - estate sale style. I cruised on over to a "mobile estate" park in Vista. I had $10, just burning a hole in my pocket (my dad always used to say that). I immediately headed to one of the bedrooms where I scored a set of colorful linens and some other fabrics. I then began to roam from room to room, confident that I had found the treasure (fabric) I was in search of, I could now check out the rest of the place. I admired the collection of beautiful things that this woman had acquired. She had good taste. I was curious about her. Did she have children - why didn't they want this cool stuff? Where did she live before she settled in Vista? I could tell by her clothes and her impressive collection of bar ware and serving dishes that she once hosted some pretty swanky parties. I couldn't picture her doing that in Vista. To my frustration I overheard her obnoxious neighbors gossiping about her. They went on and on about how "she" couldn't have had all this "junk" in her place. JUNK! What are you two hens cackling about!? They were so rude and their attitude was ugly. You don't stroll over to your dead neighbors house to gossip about her...IN HER OWN HOME! And that's just what I told them.
"Where are your manners ladies? You don't come over to your dead neighbors house to gossip about her...in her own home. I could be family. I am not, but you never know who is around."
Ok, I didn't say that but I wish I would have, then they would have had something to talk about. I might have bit my tongue, but I let my eyes do the talking and I am pretty sure those two hens got the picture.