I do not really know where this goes, but I HAVE to share.
This weekend I was digging up the furniture dealz for my new digs. I have a place that I’ve found via Craigslist (which fyi turned out to be a real dud of a place) that I am stalking. I have the GPS on but I cannot see it when Siri is saying, “Over there, thataways!” So I go past, then find a place to hang a U-Turn. It just so happens the place I am Uing through has a sign that says it has estate sales. Uh, that’s what I THOUGHT it said. And I can see by the window it’s got vintagey stuff. It doesn’t look like furniture is a big seller there, but it’s right there and why not? I pop in.
Two sweet older ladies greet me in the most pleasant way. They tell me they are twins! And to look around. I ask about furniture and they say they do not have much but point me over to the second room. The place is bigger than it appeared from outside. There’s at least 3 rooms.
And here’s where it goes all Twilight Zone.
“So,” I say as the twins approach, “You get this stuff from estate sales?” It’s all kind of QVC circa 1989 looking stuff - old microwave cookbooks, a LOT of porcelain figures in pastel shades, some hats.
“This is the result of a lifetime of our mother’s compulsive shopping,” the twins tell me, rather proudly. They show me a photo of their mom, young and lovely, in a gorgeous wedding gown. “Dad said that he’d be a millionaire if it weren’t for mom. She grew up in the Great Depression and had nothing. We never saw a garage that you could park a car in. Dad would tear up her credit cards and she’d just open up new accounts.”
It sounded like Dad was a successful business man and that he was able to care for her in old age, so I guess he had some separate accounts he hid from her.
They were super sweet ladies.
I needed to get to the other place before it closed but I told them I’d come back. I’m going to take my daughter. I didn’t even get to see the upholstery fabrics that were in the back room.
Seriously - an ENTIRE STORE that was just their mom’s crap.