I am doomed when I make a comment like “sometimes the blog writes itself,” and in the case of this day, it really does. With that said … one of us still needs to actually write it. Sometimes that can take a while, especially when it’s still the dead of winter and three sales in a day is about as good as it gets.

The first sale had this cartoon taped to the front door.

Little did we know how true that was going be.

Right away I made a comment about how there were tons of owls.

The woman running the sale sort of rolled her eyes and said “yeah, keeping looking around” — THE ENTIRE HOUSE WAS FILLED WITH OWLS.

I guess there had been over 2,500 owls, some had been sold already as this was the second day of the sale.

What can you really say? I have collections of stuff. I collect records, bakelite bangles, purses, vintage clothing, old group photos, bottle cap men, books. But someone stop me if I only collect one thing and it’s OWLS.

The next sale was an estate sale that we turned up way too early for, so we hit a new bakery for treats and then joined a line up to enter an enclosed back porch. For the record: Hoarding is bad.

Seriously.

You don’t need to own 2 vintage donut makers. How often are you making donuts?

The house was huge, but they hadn’t been able to even get into the house yet, since she collected so much stuff. This was to be the first of many sales. The items so far had been just what they could pull out from the kitchen. Tang, anyone?

Or maybe lemonade is more your speed …

When I went to ask a question the woman working the sale took a phone call and started talking about how someone needed to come and get the garbage out, since she had 10 bags of it. I turned my head to the left and WOW — in the hallway was a ton of huge filled-up black lawn bags. I couldn’t work out how to take a photo without seeming like a complete ass.

Karl texted us the address of another sale, saying we should hit it for the wackiness factor. Of course we circled around for awhile looking for this sale that didn’t even exist (or he had the wrong address). I had remembered seeing a sign for a sale that started on Friday. We weren’t planning to hit that, but since it was only five blocks away we popped in … and discovered it was another collector.

Oh yes. DOGS.

I have a dog. I like dogs. But there is just no need for this sort of collection. It was just sad.

At this point we just went home. Enough!