Hard to resist a sale that’s nearby – this one was in the hills of Silver Lake off Griffith Park Blvd., north of Hyperion. The house was a 40s or 50s 2-story cottage, in a neighborhood full of happy and young yuppie families (we were heckled by a child living across the street as we waited in line). It’s always interesting to gauge the reactions of neighbors as they realize someone has passed away and left their home open to weirdo vulture types.
Anyhow, it’s always a little game to learn something about the occupants. This home used to contain a magic-fan – there were plenty of magic VHS tapes, magic kits, and magic books cluttering the shelves. There was even a beard containing fake vomit (no I did not buy it, sorry). Someone was also probably a recovering alcoholic, lots of tomes about acceptance and moving on tucked away between card trick tips.
The haul: we ended up buying the nearly the entire Dean Martin Roasts DVDs, more than what’s pictured here. A fellow estate sale junkie implored us not to leave the Don Rickles episode behind. I also needed a deeper pie dish. And. A Christmas ornament of a mouse wearing a suit. Is it weird to buy a dead lady’s Chanel lotion? You might think so, but it was barely used and this lady kept her beauty supplies in impeccable order. Doesn’t matter anyhow, this button removed any feelings of estate sale weirdness:
I showed it to a woman in line, who responded, “Only an impudent snob would have a button about being an impudent snob.” (She had snatched up a bunch of their vintage Christmas decorations. Jealous.)