We just kept finding scissors. SO MANY PAIRS OF SCISSORS. Why so many scissors? Big ones, small ones, colorful ones, new and old, half still in their packaging. Hundreds of scissors! I was getting giddy with the scissors. I wanted to run with them. Get it? I wanted to RUN WITH SCISSORS! (Evil laugh.)
Stay tuned, as we’ve got a vintage Datsun 280ZX available in an upcoming sale. At left is not a pic of the actual 280ZX for sale, that will be forthcoming toot sweet. At left is the 1982 Datsun 280ZX I had when I was 18 and flunking out of college while working as a cocktail waitress with my sister at a bar in San Diego called The Pacific Beach Cafe. One night after our shifts ended we drove to San Francisco in the middle of the night with a case of Lowenbrau in the back (Cheryl being the designated driver and me being not!). I Eventually sold the car, straightened myself out, graduated college, grew up and became the successful business woman I am today. Yawn. DAMN I miss my irreverent youth and my 280ZX!
Gramps must have been up in the GRILL with this solid gold tooth! I found it on the last day of the sale inside a tiny envelope inside a tiny box inside a tiny drawer inside an end table. It felt weird selling someone’s personal gold tooth — you can’t exactly make a necklace out of it — so I put it in the “Maybe You Wanna Keep This” box we always keep cordoned off for the client/family members as the sale progresses. (That thing was heavy!)
These are authentic 1960s Scandinavian DAM troll dolls! Troll dolls were originally created in 1959 by a Danish fisherman and woodcutter named Thomas Dam, who couldn’t afford a Christmas gift for his young daughter Lila and carved the first doll from his imagination. They became a fad in the States after that. Today these things can fetch $50 a piece. These were the first to sell at this estate sale, to someone who showed up at 5am to sit in line. Toy collectors are pretty passionate!
This sale in Decatur was full of WWII treasures. I loved this one because of the sentiment it represents, not just for this soldier, but for all the troops then. This device was the aeronautical navigational tool that belonged to the WWII vet who had lived in this Decatur house but had since passed. Adhered to the top of the scope was a picture of his betrothed. This means every time the young soldier used it he’d be able to look upon his true love’s face and remember the reason he had to stay alive and come home. His wife kept it after he passed decades later, then she passed and we found it.
How cool is THIS? My sister was like, “Hollis, look at these cool scarves!” And I was like, “Holy crap! Those aren’t scarves! Those are old ESCAPE MAPS!”
The house in Decatur we were prepping once belonged to a WWII vet. During WWII, the Red Cross was allowed to distribute playing cards and board games to the American prisoners of war in Germany and France. Hidden inside the games were super tightly folded maps of their surrounding areas so, if they escaped, they’d know how to find their way out of hostile territory. They were called “escape maps,” and were made of silk because silk weighs next to nothing yet is so strong and durable it was literally used to make parachutes not just for people, but for jeeps and tanks, too.
Relax. They were in really nice brushed-brass urns, cremated. They lived long, healthy, happy lives. Pampered like little canine princes. Kind of like my own dogs, who are not of royal descent, but came from dumpsters. They lay around snoring and farting all day, and I could not love them more!
Hollis here. The other day I was helping Cher set up an estate sale in Conyers, which basically entails rummaging through drawers and everything and dividing it all up into piles of related items, which are then set up and display in a welcoming manner (or as welcoming as we can make it) (I personally think I can make my piles more welcoming that of Cher’s). Anyway, while I was doing that I came across THIS! A 1971 vial of smallpox vaccine. Yikes!
Hollis here. The other day I visited Cher at the estate sale she was working in Dunwoody, and I found THESE in with the silverware on the table in the dining room. “What are these doing here?” I asked her.
“I think they may be salad tongs,” she said. “They were packed with silver plated dishware.”
Granted, they were silver, but they were not SALAD TONGS. They were vintage OBSTETRICAL FORCEPS. Funny, but someone grabbed them up while we were discussing about it. I did not know there was a demand for antique obstetrical equipment.
The other day Cher and I found a girdle from the fifties that literally looked like it was made for a toddler, it was so tiny. The waist was just 12 INCHES around (that’s before the elastic stretch, but still). Then inside on the tag it said, I swear, “One Size Fits All.” Hahahah! (BTW, I had the line, “Fits all what, fetuses?” in here somewhere but Cher censored me!)