I ended up with a most unusual (and all fabulous!) assortment of goodies from this year's annual Hidden Valley neighborhood yard sale. A tiara (I know I shared it yesterday, but it's so cute I took pictures of it in a few spots...it's going to be altered and foofified for the Sewing Queen of northern Nevada) a crinoline slip (pictured above, and a fabulous find at $3) some large botanical prints...
....a vintage wooden ironing board, a slipper chair, vintage Christmas ornaments, some perfectly aged old silver serving pieces, a giant old dictionary (I use to pages for making banners) and the most charming rabbit I've come across in quite some time. (can you just see him outside of a playhouse in Gramma Cupcake's backyard?)
All of this, and still I didn't get the "buy of the day", (Although we all agreed that the $3 crinoline slip was a close second as far as pricing went) Nope, the "buy of the day" went to my friend Tracey, who scored an entire box of absolute mint condition bottle brush Christmas trees ( and assorted santas and snowmen!) for a whopping two bucks from an older woman who was enjoying the morning sitting in her driveway, with all her goods on a table under an awning with a freshly made bloody mary, thankyouverymuch. (Now, that's the way to enjoy running a yard sale.)
Most unusual thing we saw all morning? Um...that would have to be the Cinderella style real wedding gown hanging in a large tree in someone's front yard. (What the heck is wrong with me?! Why didn't I take a picture?!) I of course immediately wanted to snag it for a future display in my antique booth. (...to put on my dressform in my booth some month when I am showcasing a "something borrowed, something blue" wedding theme...) but, when we asked the price, we were told "Seven fifty".
"Seven dollars and fifty cents?" we asked.
"No, seven hundred fifty dollars." she answered.
"Oh." (insert eye rolls and small gasps here)
After all, she explained she had paid $4,000 for it. Um, ya. If you're serious sweetie, the way to sell it wouldn't be hanging it in a maple tree in the front yard hoping a potential bride in a size 8 wanders by in search of the perfect gown (perfect other than slightly soiled, probably from the many attempts it took to get it hung just so from the branch of the tree) to complete her wedding plans.
*sigh* It made for great conversation the rest of the morning.
