I wasn't going to go to this sale, based solely on the pictures of the woodwork. It's amazing and impressive and gorgeous...but the person who did all of this probably didn't have what I'm looking for.
We were there in the very last hours of the sale, so I wonder what will happen to those elaborate clocks. The prices were high, probably rightfully so, but it seems like it would be hard enough to sell one or two, let one an entire room of them. (And if I was going to pay crazy money for a fancy clock, I think I'd want an old one.)
If you were in the market for a ten foot long mid-century couch they had it, along with a properly proportioned coffee table.
This house had steps between the rooms. Up a few inches or down a few inches -- I tripped three times before figuring that out.
A woman was haggling over the price of the treadle sewing machine. If I was in the market, and I keep telling myself I'm not, I wouldn't have balked too much at their reduced price of $65.
That same woman was very excited about this, and I was waiting like a vulture to see if she set it back down. The book is from the late 1800s, some kind of agricultural yearbook, with crochet and quilting patterns pasted inside. It was only the first few pages, though. If it had been the entire book, I wouldn't have set it back down. I'm also guessing that the first woman wouldn't have set it back down so I wouldn't have had the chance to look at it myself.
I'm going to find myself a book and some old falling apart magazines and make my own. Why I didn't check the price to see if it made sense to start with this book, I have no idea....