There are bad estate sales. Ones that you get excited about when you read the ad and then you arrive an hour early to wait in line and then once you get in you realize the person writing the ad needs, new glasses, a better education or a punch in the face. For many reasons. I'll get into my pet peeves on another post though.
Then there are epic sales. I can count on my fingers the epic sales I have been to. At least by my standards. And I'm thinking maybe I'll do another post on that at another time.
This weekend I attended a sale that may be in my top 10. Vintage clothing, antique lace trim, millinery flowers. Need I say more?