We found this creepy doll at our last estate sale. I am a mother and Cheryl is an avowed NON-mother. She’s a wonderful aunt to my daughter Mae, make no mistake. But she does not want kids of her own, and dolls like this go MILES in supporting her life decision, she says. Hahahaha!
This is me and Cheryl in 1991 at our brother’s Halloween themed wedding! I’m on the left. Look what a hottie Cher is. She was a LAS VEGAS cocktail waitress back then! I made her costume. She was a Spanish peasant girl who crushed grapes with her feet. VA VA VOOM!!!! (P.S. I know it’s Sunday and not Thursday, but still.)
We found this bad baby by the back door weaving a giant web. I think he was aiming to catch our customers as they went inside. “If this works out, I’ll eat like a king!” he cackled. Then Cheryl threw herself on top of him to save everyone else. (Not really, she left him there untouched and loudly warned everybody who passed by, “Watch out for Spider-zilla there!”)
We had the COOLEST sale at a Buckhead mansion that turned out to be a time capsule inside. The place was build in 1921 and all the original iron architectural fixtures were either still installed or in the basement. There were tons of ornate floor registers, sconces, switch plates and doorknobs! Our esteemed customer Sally Brock nabbed three (three!) antique iron fireplace mantels and look what she did with them! She turned them into amazing yard art. How beautiful! What a creative idea! Thanks, Sally!
I like the second day of the sale, because the first day during the frenzy the top layer of stuff gets removed, revealing for the second day a whole new set of treasures! Take these 50s sexist pillow cases I found buried in the back of the linen closet! I mean, maybe the guy wants to be the Beauty and wear a bone in his hair. (Although it’s pretty progressive he’s holding a flower and wearing earrings.)
This 1905 letter was sent to an ancestor of our client back when addresses were unnecessary! It’s just addressed to Hon. Thomas Felder, Atlanta, GA. THAT’S IT! No street address, no zip code. I wonder if I’d receive mail sent to “Blond Lady with Two Unruly Rescue Pups, Atlanta, GA.” I’ve also found an ancient love letter written in indecipherable script — “Love, love, my darling, love” were all I could make out — as well as, sadly, a formal letter from the 40’s sent from the American military explaining to a mother the death of her son during combat.
Who thinks of these things? We put it on the shelf next to the register and it sold IMMEDIATELY! Who BUYS these things?
I have a huge nose! And this thing was heavy! Made of solid plaster! We found it at the estate sale of two of Atlanta’s longest standing art patrons. I would have liked to see the head this belonged to. We looked for the rest of the face but couldn’t find it. Just the nose.
Today the internet is covered in cat pictures, as it should be! But back in the day people had to make actual physical scrapbooks of things they obsessed about. Take this dog-eared scrapbook containing 100% cat pictures cut from magazines and newspapers from the 40s. Now that shows devotion. The time. The energy. The paste involved. I’m impressed.
My immediate question upon discovering that box of old doll heads was, Where are the bodies? Why just heads? Now I need to look for the box of doll arms and other parts, because you can’t have just the heads, right? That would be creepy.