I heart other people’s stuff

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All-city garage sales are the best! Yesterday, I shopped with two of my friends who, now that I think about it, need blog-pseuds. For now, I will call them Sisters of Death because it amuses me, and they are sisters. Anyway! The Sisters of Death and I met up at 8:00am to go a-trolling. We loaded into the Minivan of Death and picked a neighborhood at random.

Here’s the back of the van at 10:00

10:00 haul

10:00 haul

Yes, there’s a disco ball back there, and a lot of Christmas and Halloween lights, and a mummy costume. The big doll is a Christmas animatronic, I think it’s the same kind as a Santa I picked up last year, in which case it will move its head and arms creepily while holding a proportionally-unwise lit candle.

Deluxe Special People animatronic

I don’t know why the text on the box is Deluxe Special People, as there is only one person inside, whose special deluxeness is somewhat debatable.

And that might have been the biggest sales-copy score of the day, except over in the lower right corner of the van there’s one of these:

Vintage Massage Pillow

Vintage Massage Pillow

It’s a massage pillow, and the box tells us that it can be enjoyed by Businessmen! Sportsmen! Salesmen! I’m guessing those are the three models men came in at the time this was marketed.

The instructions. This appears to be the deluxe version, which is good since I gave them $1.00 for it. I demand only the finest.

How to use your massage pillow

How to use your massage pillow

“A vigorous benefit that is pleasingly penetrating” Well then.

My goal is to use the pillow’s motor in a Halloween prop, the awesome box and instructions are a bonus.

We shopped hard, finally giving it all up for the sweet embrace of awesome burgers and sweet potato fries at 2:00. At the end of the day, the van looked like this:

Final haul

Notable additions are the FIVE NEW BLOWMOLDS I got at one sale.

Beco candlesticks

Beco candlesticks

Candles by Empire

Candles by Empire

I’ve never seen the Beco candlesticks before, and I’m not getting a lot of information about them from googling. The glitter letters will need to be touched up, but I feel that I am up to that challenge. The plugs are clearly original, so I’ll be taking a look at the wiring before I use them.

But who cares about candles when we have the Creepy Choirgirl of Doom? Seriously, people used to voluntarily have gangs of these on their lawns. Maybe they’re less threatening when they still have pupils? I do not understand.

Poloron choir girl

Poloron choir girl

She has been the victim of a bad attempted repaint, which is both unfortunate, because it looks like they tried to use house paint on her robe, and fortunate, in that I can only improve it, right? Not this year, though. I’ll put her out as-is this year. If she doesn’t kill me in my sleep first.

And that’s why All City Garage Sale Day is one of my favorite holidays.

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