Well another night spent up in the attic of an farm home we will be conducting an estate at this next weekend.
My husband has refused to go up the pull-down ladder located in the garage, for fear one of the steps will crack (I guess I can’t blame him). Its decided because I weigh 100 lbs less than him-it will be my duty to go up the steps.
A break for him though, as it is over 100 degrees up there and I am dripping sweat; this is unusual for me because I seldom profusely sweat.
Once up in the attic, I am happy to view wood plywood flooring for walking on. Yay! No balancing act tonight.
I figure I have approximately 30 minutes before I cant’t stand the unbearable heat.
Surprisingly, I end staying up there for 45 minutes.
I had to wear a respirator mask, which makes breathing even more difficult.
“Oh, but the treasures to be found, it is so worth it.”
Of course, I wear appropriate crappy clothing-sweat pants and an old t-shirt with short sleeves. It’s important to try and cover up the body as much as possible because of the insulation causing the skin to burn and itch.
My long thick hair is pulled back and a clamp holds it on top of my head. If a bug or spider gets lost up there, I would never know.
All I can think about while I am sifting through the dusty dirty boxes, is the photo I saw on Facebook of a friend who is in Maui for her daughter’s wedding; I definitely feel cheated!
Why am I not on a beautiful beach enjoying the view? Why of course, looking for hidden treasures, is more exciting??
After I find some great treasures to buy and sell, I will plan my winter tropical getaway.
I make a deal with my husband: I will hand him down the boxes and items, if he will carry the trash into the dumpster.
While in the attic I discover so many interesting vintage items. Not only items, but also evidence of mice. Eeks! Shredded clothing and mouse droppings in the boxes. Forget those boxes, time to move on to the next. I just hope I have scared the mice away!
I find old documents from the family who once lived in the home, WWII photos, military clothing and old paper ephemera. I also found: a Barbie Ski Resort unassembled, a set of late 19th century architect encyclopedias, old doll cases with doll clothing, vintage clothes, a 1970’s metallic motorcycle helmet and 1960’s children’s books. A large blue wood toy box (I refuse to move this baby) and old ice skates.
This, my friends, is where you will find the old treasures in most homes.
You may get dust and dirt on your body, but all will be okay after a nice hot shower later.
I am a fan of the TV series, American Pickers, but I never see their clothing get dirty? This is totally not fair.
Because its my job to find treasures for others to purchase at our estate sales, so they maybe flip them by reselling them, or because they simply enjoy those vintage items for themselves.
Seeing a generous profit margin for the family I am working for, is well worth these tasks.
As they say, “It’s a dirty job, but somebody has gotta do it!”
Later during the week, we will conduct the actual sale. I get to dress up and talk to so many interesting folks for a few days, so all isn’t bad.