Last week RenMan shared an east side estate sale link with me. There was SO much stuff pictured in this listing we thought a long Friday lunch might be fun (by our definition.
In the best of circumstances estate sales can be uncomfortable. People have most likely died. Recently. If the family is there during the sale it is totally awkward.
Thankfully, this was a professionally run sale with no family members present. Because...wow...this place was CREEPY.
On the one hand it was this amazing Shaker Heights mansion. Four floors. Twenty rooms. Extensive grounds. The Victorian furniture that filled three of the first floor main rooms was substantial. The grand staircase was...GRAND!
On the other hand, I'm not sure another living soul had stepped into the place since the 1950's. Or earlier. It was in complete disrepair. Carpeting was horrid. Attic ceiling falling in. But I've seen all that before. It was more the combination of the hospital bed squeezed into the main bedroom with the random ancient baby elements sporadically popping up out of nowhere. Like Miss Havisham had moved on from her wedding and was raising Rosemary's Baby.
And seriously, there was one room on the second floor that was completely empty except for an old perambulator. (Why didn't I take a picture???) I've heard that the estate has already sold. I'm wondering if it was sold to a haunted house franchise.
As for the attic. The creepy factor multiplies by one hundred up there. HOWEVER...as we are shaking our heads in the sadness of the situation, a pile of what we thought was straw caught our eye.
But then when we went to close the lid and look at the condition, I realized this is actually a REALLY fancy steamer trunk closet. And the garbage is the drawers from the one side that had been stuffed with the shredded paper in order to maintain their shape and protect them from moisture. In fact, this is what this trunk COULD look like here. And we totally escaped with the thing! (I mean, we paid for it, but I also felt like we were setting it free.) Along with a vintage baby scale (now who's creepy?) and a leather hat box (I am now obsessed with looking up hat boxes on etsy).
And yet, I still haven't mentioned lunch. Well, since RenMan had to get back for a conference call and there pretty much is limited access to food in my safety-first comfort zone en route, we opted for the food truck we drove past on the way out. The famous Seti's Polish Boy food truck.
Downside to picking in the middle of the day. We may or may not have brought some dust mites and mold spores back into the office.
In other news...we have opened our etsy site. So if you are a visitor that has said, "Gee, I wish I could purchase some of these fantastic pieces of history," stop on by.