What a day! I love Fridays, as it's my get "out of the house and look for patterns" day. Since gas prices went through the roof I've been staying home way more than I used to. On my shopping days I have a regular route of about 5 of my favorite places, and sprinkle in any sales that sound good along the way. I'm not very aggressive but decided to head out around 9-ish. Who needs to be number 103 at a sale. That's when you see the boxes of YOUR stuff that YOU wanted walking out in someone else's hands. I checked the newspaper, craigslist and more to find where the goods are likely to be. Trust me, folks either don't know or don't care anymore about what a estate sale is supposed to be. Two boxes in a garage is not an estate sale. It's a garage sale. So shake it off and move along. Second sale, lots of nice glass and pottery, pretty good prices but nothing else. I've sworn off shipping breakables so there's nothing here for me. Back into the car. Follow garage sale signs way off route, nothing there either. Back on the trail, decide to head to what sounds, from the newspaper's description, like an estate sale. Oh, joy, it IS a real one this time. Found some nice Vogue patterns from the early 60s. Elated, I head on to next one. Dud. By now it's almost 11:30. Head out to my favorite thrift. I swear, they haven't added any new patterns for weeks. Nice place but too crowded today. Buy myself a couple of skirts and leave. Lunch time. Burgerville strawberry smoothie. A liquid lunch for a busy business-person. On to the next thrift. Yuck, I'm not even going there again. Someone is scrawling prices on the pattern covers with green sharpies! What the hell? Why not just a sticker, or a sign posted on the wall with the prices. Maybe they're trying to stymie those pesky ebay sellers. The gal at the counter was online, on ebay, when I walked in. Bad sign. I won't be back there again, even though it's on my route. I drive past the Goodwill that doesn't even keep patterns in stock anymore. Onward to Value Village. They at least have patterns and frequently have different ones. Good sign...at least I"m not the only one buying them and so they will keep putting them out. Last stop, almost home. Nothing today, but it's one of my favorite places so I'll be back. Disgusted with the day I've spent driving around with so little to show for it, I stopped for a haircut. At least the day's not a total waste. So I go home. But I've got one final ace up my sleeve.
I posted a "want to buy patterns" online. Was contacted by a guy with his wives old patterns, and arrangements were made for this evening. As it turns out I was in the area earlier today. Ate dinner with visions of the boxes of patterns he was finding in his shed. I took my husband with me because I'm nervous about going on home visits by myself. So we get there at the decided upon time...he's not there. The daughter brought out the zip-loc bag with the 6 old crochet books in it. Hid my disappointment pretty well, paid a dollar for the two books I didn't already have. Got into the car and growled. Vowed to revise my ad. 6 crochet books? I drove 20 miles for patterns and ended up with 2 crochet books? Right. I need to work harder on finding sources for my beloved patterns. But tomorrow's a new day...maybe I'll go to a sale or two in the morning. The search is frustrating but addictive. I'm hooked!