Sara Ryan

Unrelated, except insofar as estate sales evoke melancholy almost by definition: I was pleased to discover that I could get Little Sue albums on emusic, and it made me realize that my music collection is currently underrepresented in moody alt-country. Suggestions?

1. You can still get in on the GSA Rules giveaway!
2. But if you do not hear from me soon after you email, that is because I am Going Away To An Undisclosed Location (A Different One This Time) for a week, and I will have minimal access to the Internet. (I do not know [...]

It has come to my attention that I have not blogged about thrifting or an estate sale expedition in, like, months. So here are some photos, each suitable as a story prompt if you are so inclined.

Label on trunk in mildewy basement at estate sale. Who traveled on the Cunard line? Where did they go?

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Conversation en route to the sale: “Well, it’s Sunday, so probably someone’s already bought the skull.” “Yeah. Oh well.”

My grandparents had this same thermometer/barometer. Theirs still had the man with the umbrella, though.

There was a plethora of anticommunist and Catholic ephemera. And one, lone, girlie picture. (But it was the last day of the sale. [...]