I always try to get a read on the home and its history as I walk through the door. Some are filled with the loneliness and isolation that can be old age in America---spartan furnishings, a dusty walker in the corner, a new-ish wheelchair folder against a wall, and a stale and medicinal smell that hangs like a cloud. This is where the "melancholy" part comes in....these sorts of sales are always sad and poignant-- barren and devoid of personality. No cosmic footprint, as it were.
Others tell a joyful story of a life well lived and make me wish that I had the opportunity to know the owner. I hit the jackpot this past week-end! The house was a tiny little thing in a not so nice neighborhood. If it had ever seen better days, those days were long gone. I wasn't sure I even wanted to waste my time going in. The estate sale had been going on for days and it was set to close in 20 minutes--I figured that anything worth getting would have already "been got".
I double checked the ad and noticed that it mentioned "sewing supplies." Decision made. I am a SUCKER for vintage sewing supplies, so I took a chance. I am so glad! The house felt happy and I probably would have liked the lady who lived there. She had cookbooks and craft supplies EVERYWHERE!
There was a pile of vintage baby clothes that tempted me---so very sweet and tiny. I have boxes of baby/toddler/kid clothes that belonged to my own children, so I felt a connection. While wandering through the house I found several treasures: a vintage child's chalkboard, some killer fabric from the 1970's, and an adjustable sewing mannequin (snagged it for only $15!!!). It was a nice haul and I was not at all surprised to see that the mannequin was already set to my measurements. Sometimes things happen just the way they are supposed to----the home had wonderful energy.
Once I got home I snipped off a tiny piece of the brown and turquoise fabric to embellish a cuff bracelet that I am working on---a bit of crafty homage to the owner of that smiling little house on the sad street. I like to think that she would appreciate knowing that her stuff had moved on to happy and creative place. I hope that she has transitioned to a happy and creative place, as well.