At the estate sale that I wrote about previously, I brought home very little stuff stuff but mostly magazines and catalogs. The catalogs make me the happiest.
That's nearly six thousand pages of eye candy right there.
Can you see Pip, the ancient paper eater in the background? She's circling like a hungry shark.
I can't say that I've ever seen a sale with old catalogs and I never see them in antique stores - so I was stoked out of my mind to see these in the basement. This is from two days of visiting the basement but I wish that I'd just sucked it up and hauled more out of there that first day because there were LOADS more of them. My back said "no" but my heart said "yes" and honestly, I'd worked up the kind of sweat that most people associate with a junkie trying to get a monkey off of their back. That's not the reputation that you want in the estate sale circuit.
All of the catalogs are from Sears and most are from the 50's and 60's with one being from the 80's. I've never known anyone to keep catalogs that far back. It kind of blew my mind. My grandmother told me that people never kept catalogs back in her day because they used them for toilet paper in the outhouses! Totally true but I guess that explains where most of the old, old ones went! Straight down the crapper.
I've been fighting the urge to look through every single one of them and it's really hard. I wish that you all could be here with me to flip through the pages and crow over the contents. I thought I'd share some of the pages with you here.
And I can't resist including this one:
And this little flashback to the 80's.
Tube tops and sailor caps!
These catalogs make me super happy to look through but oh my gosh, I have to admit that I mostly just want to find myself a time machine and zoom back to go shopping! Wouldn't it be wild if I filled out one of the order cards, sent it in and a few weeks later, the items actually arrived after being pulled from some kind of magical space-time continuum stockroom somewhere? Sigh. A gal can dream.
And these pages do nothing to squelch my constant rant about the lack of color and pattern in home decor these days. I know: Whine. Whine. Whine.
Until next time,
x's and o's,