I'm not sure if I have a lucky number. But if I do, I know it's not 47.
Here's why: It's a snowy Saturday morning and I'm trying to squeeze in two estate sales by 1 p.m. Both sales start at 10 a.m.
At 9:20, I arrive at Sale No. 1. If I sign the list, I'll be No. 47 to get in.
I hem and I haw and of course I also kick myself for not getting there a little bit earlier. I'm pretty certain that my late arrival means I'm going to be outside in the cold for a while because a) the house is small to hold much of a crowd and b) the sale is being run by a bit of a control freak who has umpteen rules.
So, I decide to gamble on Sale No. 2, which is nearby. At 9:35, I approach that list, and I think my eyes are playing tricks on me when I see that -- guess what? -- I'm No. 47.
So much for outsmarting the system.
Luckily, this line moves fast. I'm in the house by 10:20, out by 10:40 (with a few treasures), and heading back to Sale No. 1.
Where of course, there's still a line to get in. Now I'm No. 76, standing outside with a dozen or so other late-comers. We complain about the snow and, yes, about the line.
Finally at 11:30 a.m., I'm inside, and, thankfully, there's still good stuff left.
So was it worth it?
I'll let you decide.
Here's the take for Sale No. 1.
Of course I love the morning glory trash can and those striped ornaments.
As for Sale No. 2.
A nice mix of vintage patterns, shelf paper, Christmas and an old tin.
A pair of spun head snowmen (Nos. 2 and 3 of 2011).
But the best item might be the Santa's Handy Helper box of ornament hangers, which seems to be everything you could ever want in a vintage find: Time Saver. Money Saver. Labor Saver.
Maybe I should be sure to take the box with me the next time that I'm trying to squeeze in dueling estate sales. Just for luck.