This one was billed as a "once in a lifetime sale you'll be telling your grand kids about." It was definitely impressive, but I've been to others that were more story-worthy.
The deceased was a collector and he collected things I never knew were collectible. Like these antique notary stamps.
They're seriously cool looking, but apparently also worth some serious money. And there were a lot of them. This is one of two big bookshelves.
I don't know what makes these ducks and swans special, but I'll assume that they are. Again, this is only half of what was there.
If I was seriously tempted by anything (other than the antique steam engine models) it was the ship's wheel. There was a ton of amazing nautical stuff.
And a box of Taco Bell Talking Chihuahuas, sill in their original bags. They were ridiculously out of place compared to everything else in the house.
Someday, I'm going to wind up with a pair of old wooden water skis. I started to learn on a pair like these and it was an experience.
The house was small and old and everything inside looked like it had been immaculately cared for over the years. Out in the barn, there were some works still in progress, like these old wall phones.
And there was a set of vintage Disney Book Club books. If I wasn't 99% sure that shelf belonged to the estate sale company, I'd be making up stories in my head about little ones reading them while their Grandpa worked on his projects.
It was a fun sale, and one I'm glad we visited, but I probably won't be talking about this one in years to come. We left empty-handed. I guess I prefer the sales where people haven't been quite so careful with their belongings.
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