As thread host, I would like to talk about anticipation, luck, disappointment and never knowing what is in store. During the week, I often check Craigslist, Estatesales.net, and Facebook Marketplace to see what sales are coming up and to find out as much information as I can about them. I look at each and every picture of the upcoming garage and estate sales as I can, scanning for every bit of information. And during these attempts to divine the future, I usually see old furniture, clothes, household appliances, and random brick-a-brac. But I am always happy to see signs or read notes about tools and see pictures of a well-used shop. And I also look for some of the other things that interest me such as antique, especially furniture and lamps. Another thing high on my list of things to check out are books.
So, while checking these ads, I was happy to come across one that showed both antique furniture and old books, two of my favorite things. And as I studied these photos, I came across one that showed a stack of old magazines with some random papers across the top of the pile. Much like this (reenactment):
Well, this stack of this particular magazine is very interesting to me, and even though this sale is a little far away from me, I decided to forgo the local events that would be more likely to yield what we all seem to focus on, tools and shop supplies. I made plans to leave fairly early this morning.
But, when I got up at my usual time of 5:30, I started to have second thoughts. Did I really want to drive an hour-and-a-half just at the chance of getting a stack of old magazines? There were two very good looking sales within a few miles of my house, should I not just head to those locations? But the thoughts of what could be awaiting me all those miles away kept entering my mind, and the rest of that sale could be very interesting due to what else was there, but on the flip side, there were no tools shown, only an old, but very cool workbench. In the end, my desire won out, and I headed up to the sale while making sure to note the address' of any other promising-looking sales, not there were many. Or really any.
I try to arrive at estate sales, no matter how much I might find interesting in the pictures, about an hour after they have started. I hate standing in lines, parking a mile away in the dark, I don't need anything that badly, and all the other hells of being early to one of the heavily advertised sales. And on the drive, I thought about this, mainly that I was driving 75 miles away on the chance that no one else saw the photo and knew what it was showing, that these things would be priced at a level I was willing to pay, or that someone didn't just randomly grab them, not knowing or really caring what they were. But, still, I drove, arriving earlier than I planned, thirty minutes after the start. And there was still a line.
People weren't leaving yet, as with social distancing only ten people were allowed in the house at one time. My chances of getting what I wanted was growing dim. The two girls in line ahead of me decided to leave without even getting a look at the sale as it was taking so long. I thought about a sale I had been at a few years ago where I saw two SK socket sets in the ad, and when I entered the garage saw them still there after the sale had started two hours before, and realized they were there due to being priced at twice eBay. Thoughts of that, of being so close only to balk at an outrageously high price, flickered through my mind as the line snaked like a Disneyland ride.
Finally, I was allowed entry, but where to go first? The people running the sale were doing their best to keep people apart and started off by letting people into the basement. So, it seems I had no choice and headed down the stairs. But, I started seeing old books in various nooks and spotted old magazines around the first corner. My initial glance didn't reveal what I was looking for, but, low and behold! I saw them across the room!
I rushed over and carefully picked up the top issue. No price evident, so I flipped to the first page, the traditional spot for used books to be priced. Nothing. At this point, I was hoping that maybe I would get lucky. I grabbed the stack and went looking for a worker. And after a few seconds of negotiation "well, it is the whole set together, so how does $20 sound?"
Sold.
Ten copies of Gustov Stickley's The Craftsman from 1908 and 1909. For those who don't know, Stickley was the premiere furniture designer of the American Arts and Crafts movement, and he produced a magazine from 1904 to 1916, devoted to the way of life promoted by the movement. The magazines include art reviews, house planes, pictures of industrial works in progress, and so on. The anticipation was well rewarded.
I also picked up some small tools at that sale:
Three Williams ignition wrenches, a 4" Wizard adjustable, and two pullers for gauge needles or clock hands.
So, as we enter the last weekend of the first month of the year, I see that things are picking but still slow in Garage Sale Land. Many of us are still braving the winter months fighting snow, sleet, and hail (and even we here in Oregon had snow this week, although it is gone now) and fears of the virus are still concerning. But we have had some nice finds, and the tin siding from a vintage gas station stands out in my mind as a definite highlight! What have you seen that stands out in your mind?