I got up at 5:30 to go shopping at one that sounded promising. Armed with a wad of cash, shopping bags and a determination to find garden stuff, I headed out. It started at 6:30, When I got there at 6:00, there was a crowd standing outside the garage peering in... The Estate sale guy, a very hip, bald headed, earringed bohemian wearing a beret, says "OK, start pulling the boxes out, this is how we do it." and it was complete madness... I beelined for a chandelier hanging in the garage, and saw a couple of dealers pawing through boxes. I could hear glass breaking everywhere as people literally threw boxes to each other. Many of them worked in teams. Whole families working together digging and passing boxes like a bucket brigade. We were bumping in to one another and some were elbowing others out of the way. I tried to get more things, but my hand was full with the chandelier and I didn't dare put it down. I put my things in a pile on the driveway, the designated spot for all claimed things, and started digging through boxes. As I unpacked things and sat them on the ground, this lady was scooping them up and running off with them, and my :"hey, I wanted that" went unheard. I was digging through a box of stuff a dealer had passed on, Franciscan Desert Rose china, a full set... and another guy comes up to me out of the garage, sees what I have and says "Oh, that's mine" He was nowhere near it... and said it after he saw what it was... because I had been standing in that same place the whole time... but whatever... He paid a lot for it all... I have been looking for that china for a long time, but it was out of my price range. In all the hubub, I still managed to get some cute things... Many of which will be going up for sale on my ETSY site... So check it out in the next few days.
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I can't believe how rude some people can be! Maybe it's the bad economy. People used to have some etiquette even at thrift stores and garage sales. I know that even at my $1 sale people leave each other's piles alone, but a couple of weeks ago, I took my stuff home, only to find out that someone had gone through mine and taken out a cashmere sweater (brand new) from Nordstrom that I had gotten for my hubby. I was pretty ticked. But I learned my lesson. Pay up front when you find a treasure.
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