Left at 6 am to hit a community
yard sale about 50 miles away. Stopped for breakfast and didn't get there until 7:30. Drove by a corner lot and they only had one item on the table so far, a french horn case. Yep it was in there and they had $8 on it. Lots of dings and even a pin hole in a curve, but I was amazed that there was no musty smell coming from the satin lined cased. Ask if they had anymore and got a trombone for $12. A couple of smalls, victorian C.I. easel and a majolica bowl with little animals on it for a buck.
Decided to take the back roads home and finally spotted another sale. Several older ladies, hell younger than me, were looking at a chair and saying how beautiful it was, as they walked away I grabbed it. A willow twig/bent wood rocker in great shape, just some varnish worn off. $20. Home by 10:30.
A couple of big, crowded flea markets this weekend and few out looking at yard sales. This makes up for the last 3 or 4 times I went out looking and found nothing.
TeamPooka
(25,277 posts)safeinOhio
(34,093 posts)10 miles from this one and found a midcentury table for $5. that I sold for $250 a week later.
I just put an ad in a local, weekly paper. Another gamble that may pay off.
Vinca
(51,054 posts)At one sale I went to there was a "free"pile and among the things were 2 boxes of old plays (soft cover book form). I nearly passed them by, but checked ebay on my cell phone and figured I could get a couple of hundred bucks out of them. Wow! The free pile was better than the goods at the main sale.
grasswire
(50,130 posts)I once retrieved a teak side table marked "Denmark" from a free pile. Still have it -- it's beautiful.
Also, while out walking in city neighborhood with family members, spied a jelly cabinet in a free pile of salvage. Incredible paint on it. Hmm. How to get it home from our walk? One of the kids had a skateboard with him, so we put the cabinet on the skateboard, steadied it with our hands on the sides, and rolled it six blocks home. Fun!
Vinca
(51,054 posts)I'm always amazed at what people throw away. At first I thought to myself that I was a pathetic, desperate human being to stop at a pile of "trash" on the side of a road . . . but I've found Coco Chanel scarves and antique Rockingham spittoons and artwork and furniture. I once found a pair of real Texas cowboy boots in good condition and sold them almost immediately. It's weird.