Charleston Attic Mall

HAVE NUMBER, WILL BID!

The Great One and I have found that picking for others is not quite the same as picking for ourselves.  It seems our eclectic taste is a bit rare.  And his idea and my idea of what others will like are pretty comparable to the difference in day and night. 

Staging and pricing find us at opposite ends of the spectrum, as well.  But one thing we do agree on -  we need to spend more time hitting auctions, church sales, estate sales and yard sales.  Even when we come home empty-handed (which rarely happens) we’ve had a great time.

It didn’t take me long to learn that the Great One needs to be kept on a very short leash at Roumillat’s or Carriage House auctions.  He has been known to come away with items that I never would have approved, if I had been paying attention (also known as stifling his urge to splurge) instead of running my mouth. 

And then he has a habit of scanning the receipt when settling up only to find days later that his initial scanning was lacking in attention to detail and thus, we paid for an item left behind that we don’t even remember bidding on.  Fortunately, Roumillat’s held onto the item for us.  There it was, his number big as day scrawled in chalk.  He’s trying to blame it on me, however, he keeps such a death grip on the bid number, there is no way I could pry it out of his hands without causing a major scene that would be difficult to forget.

We’re getting a little better at looking at what an item can be instead of what it is.  And he has learned that his old standby, the Force Theory, isn’t always the best option when trying to repair or refurbish.

When we first started going to auctions, we came ill-prepared.  We had cash but lacked snacks and drinks.  After 3 hours at our first Carriage House auction, even though it was still going strong, hunger and thirst won out. 

It also took us a few times before the light bulb went off and we thought about bringing a bin and bubble-wrap.  Unfortunately, the bulb must have been a very dim nightlight.  We forgot that the bin “can’t take feet and walk” (one of Miss Edna’s favorite sayings).  All those breakables and no way to protect them because the bin of bubble-wrap was left sitting at home on the front porch. 

So what has been our best auction buy to date?  Would believe you a refrigerator for $27.50.  I don't mean a little dorm fridge.  I'm talking a full-sized Whirlpool refrigerator/freezer.  It took a lot of elbow grease and various cleaning concoctions, but it works and makes a great garage fridge! 

SOLD TO BIDDER NUMBER . . .

Waking up feeling guilty because I skipped my walk yesterday, I headed out the door this morning with a dual purpose.  Of course, exercise was my first priority, at least that’s what I told myself when I walked out the door.  Being the dedicated walker that I am, I did take the long way to the garage sale and then hurried home the shortest route possible to show the Great One my new found treasures - a Ken Griffey, Jr. figure and Pinnacle canned baseball cards.  In no time at all, we were headed back in the direction from whence I came.  On second look, I even found a nice pair of wooden bar stools for Sara to take with her when she moves out next month.

Even if we had not found anything, this garage sale was well worth the stop just to meet this wonderful young man.  He had recently lost his father and we were honored that he shared stories about him with us.  They had spent many years building a sports memorabilia collection together and we could tell that he was reliving a lot of fond memories this morning.  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have to blink back tears more than once.

As Charleston in July doesn’t offer much in the way of garage sales, we only had one more on our list this morning and by the time we got there, they were already closing up.  Can’t say that I blame them.  During the summer, we tend to gravitate towards one of my favorite inventions - air conditioning.  How did humans ever survive summers without it?  Yes, we are truly spoiled.

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While we were out, we headed over to Charleston Attic Mall on Wappoo Road.  It just happened to be a Carriage House Auction Gallery Saturday and I think we have found our new favorite way to spend a couple of Saturday afternoons a month. 

We had heard about their auctions before but never seemed to be able to get there.  We really weren’t planning on staying.  (I had barely brushed my hair before leaving the house; fortunately, I had changed out of my sweaty walking clothes but I sure wish I had taken a shower – a little make up would have helped, too.  Needless to say, I shied away from any mirrors.)  However, when we started looking over the items to be auctioned, before I knew it, the Great One had disappeared and returned flashing his bid card.  It seems a certain little Match Box Coca Cola truck had him champing at the bit.  Oh, if only we had stopped at that . . .

From what we understand, it was a record-setting night.  Auctioneer, Justin Pye, kept on going until 7:30.  With the tables still loaded down, reluctantly we gave in to our rumbling stomachs and pried ourselves out of our chairs around 5:30 knowing we were going to miss out on some of the best deals of the night.  We’re definitely planning on returning on August 13th  for their next auction.   Preview begins at 10 AM, auction starts at 2 PM and we’re staying until the lights go out.  

Maybe we’ll see you there.