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What’s the Difference Between A Yard Sale & An Estate Sale – And A Preview Of My Latest Finds

1974 Yard Sale

What’s the difference between a yard sale and an estate sale? I’ve found through the years that there is much confusion about the different kinds of sales. Mainly calling a plain ol’ yard sale an estate sale. Case in point…………

A couple of weeks ago I was pleasantly driving down the road when my eyes spotted a sign saying “Estate Sale.” Those words on a sign with an arrow pull me like a magnetic force. I had actually seen in the local want ads publication an inside yard sale on that road and the thought crossed my mind that it could possibly be an estate sale, but that idea was quickly dismissed because of the location. There are regular yard sales on that road every… single… week. If not every day. But seeing the sign put doubt in my mind.

I turned down the road. Pulled up to the address, which was an older, single wide, mobile home – not necessarily a bad thing, but if you’re hoping for an estate sale, it probably means there’s not much there because the owners either downsized years ago or never accumulated a lot because they lived in a small, mobile home. This one, however, just didn’t didn’t feel right for an estate sale. The one table out front with computer games sorta gave it away. But I got out anyway. Starting to feel a bit snippy and douped. 

Some people were coming out of the trailer, so I headed in. As I was about to walk up to the porch, the guy said:

Guy: All I’ve got left is a desk

Me: Oh, so this wasn’t an estate sale? (I don’t usually call people out on these things, but like I said. I was feeling snippy. I’m not proud of that.)

Guy: Yes it is, but all I’ve got left is a desk.

Me: So you sold everything out of your kitchen cabinets and junk drawers? Everything?

Guy: No I need to keep all that.

Me: Oh. It’s your stuff. You’re still alive, so it wasn’t a real estate sale. An estate sale means the owner has passed away.

Guy: Naaahhhwww. Not necessarily.

Me: Yeah. It does.

Guy: Well, I’m on my death bed. (This was said in a defeated mumble.)

Me: “I’m sorry about that.” And I walked off. And no, I’m pretty sure this 40 something, video game playing man wasn’t on his death bed.

Guy: Have a blessed day.

Me: Thanks. You too.    (We’re so polite here in the south.)

I’m ashamed of my reaction, or specifically, ashamed that I vocalized it. But sometimes you just have enough.

 

So what’s the difference in the an estate sale, a yard sale, a moving sale, a rummage sale, a tag sale, a garage sale, etc? Glad you asked! I’ll tell you.

1974 Yard Sale
{A yard sale at my parent’s house in the 1970s.}

Estate sale:  A person(s) dies, the family gets what they want and what’s left of the estate is being sold. Most often held at the house of the deceased, but not necessarily so. We’re helping the family by taking the remainder of the items off their hands and putting some money in their pockets at the same time. And ever so thankful that they didn’t just burn it all or shove it in a big hole in the back yard like my friend, Iris did with her parents’ worldly leftovers. (Sorry Iris, but you will forever be teased about that.)

Living estate sale: Usually these are where an elderly person has moved to a retirement home, assisted living or nursing home and took very little with them. The family has got what they want and you’re helping them by buying up the rest. To me, these are the saddest. It’s got to be  hard to leave your life behind and let’s face it. All the stuff you’ve lived with for 60+ years represents your life. I’ve been to them where the elderly owner is sitting in their favorite chair watching. Talk about heart breaking!

Moving sale: Anyone of adult age is moving. They can’t or don’t want to take all that crap with them and are happy to sell it to you. Us. Okay. Us. And we’re happy to take it off their hands.


 

The three named above could be conducted by family, friends or a business. All can be either too expensive or a bargain hunter’s paradise. Don’t think just because an estate sale company conducted the sale it’s going to be expensive. Some, like my friend Tiffany and I, use common sense with pricing. We price to sell, not look at. And besides, the people doing the pricing don’t know everything. Likewise, don’t think just because family is handling the sale it’ll be cheap. They often way over price everything.


 

Rummage or tag sale: Usually a sale for a charity. Church sales, sales to benefit the football team and the you-name-it club fit this category. Since they depend on donations, there could be anything at these sales. And oftentimes, the people doing the pricing have no idea that ugly pottery vase is worth its weight in gold. On the flip side, they might think it’s worth much more than it is because it was all the (antique-collectible) rage 30 years ago and “antiques” only go up in price. Right? Baaaahahaha. We wish!

Yard sale, garage sale, basement sale: They’re cleaning up or needing money and happily laying the junk they don’t need out in their yard, garage or basement to sell to us. And we happily buy it from them. Could be tables of Dollar General dust catchers or could be Grandma’s ugly pottery vase that they never liked.

Which brings me to this argument. Some yard sales are labeled estate sales because “everything came from one estate or another.” No, no, no! It’s not the same! That’s just you selling the junk you bought at estate sales that you either don’t want or can’t sell elsewhere. Period. You cannot win this argument with me. This is what I do. I’ve probably been going to these sales longer than you’ve been alive. 

One more point. An estate sale is only sometimes an auction. The novice often thinks estate sale=auction. I realize in some parts of the country, the norm is to have an estate auction rather than a pre priced sale and the term is interchangeable, but in most places there is a huge difference in meaning.


Now here are some of the things I’ve found lately at estate and yard sales. Most items are available either on Etsy or in the shop here on the blog. Clicking on the picture will take you there. If it goes nowhere, I haven’t got around to putting it up for sale yet.

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Would you have bought this for $2.00?

White ironstone butter keeper

You might recall that my friend Tiffany and I conduct estate sales. We had a big one this past weekend. Really big. About a million smalls. We normally price things with dealers and bargain hunters in mind. The family needs it gone and that’s our goal. Everybody loves our sales. This sale had so much stuff we were pricing even cheaper than usual. It had to go. So this little, white ironstone cheese or butter keeper got marked $2.00.

White ironstone butter keeper

Yes, you read that right. Two dollars. I had my eye on several items and died a little inside as each one sold. We don’t shop the sale until it’s over. Several of the things I wanted sold the first day for full price. More left the house at half price and a couple were bargained down in the last minutes of the sale. I’m telling you, it’s painful to practically give something away when you wanted it. Could have sold it for a tidy profit. Anyway, the little, I’m calling it a butter keeper, was one of the very few items left that I wanted. I’m not selling it, though. This one is for me. But I wonder how it wasn’t snapped up? Is my taste weird? It is marked Made In England.

White ironstone butter keeper

I think it was a steal at $2.00 and an excellent steal at $1.00! So, would you have bought it or passed?

 

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Our latest crazy vacation story — from the Family Vacation Stories file

We…. are The Griswolds. Those movies could have been written about us. I love the Vacation movies. If it hasn’t happened to us, something similar probably has. Our family doesn’t travel well. We seem incapable of having a normal, calm, vacation. One without incident. Without turmoil. One that goes close to plan. Here is this year’s Family Vacation Story.

We drove down to south Florida for our granddaughter Sophie’s second birthday. This is a 600 mile trip for us. We – foolishly – decided to make it in one day this time. Neither of us slept well the night before and we left at 5:00 am. Erin and her daughter Dani had gone half way the day before. 

Hopes were high that this trip would be nice and uneventful, and for a 180 miles it was. Then we stopped to eat breakfast at the Cracker Barrel in Albany. That was pleasant. The restaurant wasn’t busy, food was good, life was bliss. Ahhh… This vacation might be different. But we walked back out to this:

Flat tire

But, no biggie. Ricky kept his cool, changed the tire, and we drove on the donut to the Goodyear store that turned out to be just around the corner. I called Erin and told her we were held up and why. She said that Dani was carsick and throwing up.  They were having to get it on down the road and stop. Go, go, go… and stop. But that wasn’t our problem. We weren’t with them. So we got the valve fixed, happy we didn’t need a new tire, and drove on to our destination. 

Things went well for a couple hundred more miles. I did miss a turn, but it didn’t really take us out of the way much. Then…. things took a definite turn for the worse. We were tired and starting to get on each other’s nerves. I was driving, Ricky was sleeping. Or so I thought. It seemed to me that he woke up and yelled, “That’s our exit!!!” Although I know he was awake a little longer than it seemed to me.

I knew darn well it was not our exit, but made it on two wheels on the off chance I was wrong. I wasn’t. I figured he’d realize the mistake and we could just get back on the interstate, but no. He says, “Just keep going.” So go we went and went into the back roads of central Florida. We shouldn’t have needed GPS for this trip at all, but when we stopped at Wendy’s without getting food(!), we switched drivers and I plugged ‘er up to get us out of there. 

We generally take I95 instead of the Turnpike, mainly because there are more bathroom break and food choices. GPS took us to the Turnpike. And that was fine with me. Not so with Ricky. He griped and grumbled about it, it seemed to be all my fault, blah, blah, blah, but at least we knew where we were. 

Finally, our destination is within sight. We’re sooo close. So close! When we got off the Turnpike, 10 minutes from our son’s house, there was some indecision about whether to go straight or turn right. The decision was made to turn right. But first, we had to get in the right turn lane.

Our Florida Wreck

Oops. Yeah. An SUV was coming around the bend off the Turnpike and in our blind spot. That seemed to put Ricky over the edge of sanity. And no, I won’t go into details of that. I prefer to forget. But after a good, large, stiff drink to calm his nerves later that night and another day to ease the pain, he was fine. Albeit skittish about driving. I drove the rest of the trip. 

Dani got over being carsick and the rest of the vacay was A-Okay. Sophie had her party and got lots of toys and stickers. Did you know 2 year olds are crazy about stickers?

Sophie's 2nd birthday

And the girls went swimming. Daredevil Dani had to show out.

Pool Fun with Dani

We also went to some yard sales: 

Florida Vacation Yard Sale Pickins

A ceramic Christmas tree – I always buy those – a little Pyrex bowl and a Bisquick recipe holder. Any idea how to get the glued in, broken star stem out of the hole?

Broken star of ceramic Christmas tree

 

Florida Vacation Yard Sale Pickins

I was excited to find the bucket and box at the same sale. The man kept trying to tell me what was in the box and I kept saying it didn’t matter. I just liked the box. Then he said how his dad had made the box. I thought that was sweet.

What's inside the box

And look at the thickness of that bucket!

Close up of bucket

I don’t know that I’ve ever seen one that thick. He said is must be 20 years old. Hmmmm…. I kinda thought older than that, but what do I know?

Globe on Stand

And there was this globe on a stand. (Gah! Our yard looks awful!)

I also got a plant stand that is still on Erin’s truck and three conch shells. Why didn’t I get a picture of the loaded down truck?! They had two wooden ladders, two bar stools, a small end table, the fender of our car, and I can’t remember what else.

So, it all came out in the wash. Everything’s fine. We survived another vacation. We’ve turned the car problem over to our insurance agent and the body shop and we’re back at work. Well almost back. We’ve taken today to ease back into work. We’re both still sluggish. 

One thing I regret is not getting a free trial of Amazon’s Audible (That’s an affiliate link). You get two free books to listen to in the trial membership. We don’t have satellite radio any more and listening to books would have been so much better than scanning for radio stations. We did that with Outlander by Diana Gabaldon (aff) once and it was the quickest trip we ever made. Maybe next time…

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End of sale buys – Why to always shop the last hours of an estate sale

Estate Sale Buys

My friend Tiffany and I are Sentimental Suitcase Estate Sales. Just in case I haven’t mentioned that already. 😉 We conducted an estate sale this past weekend that had some great prims and farm stuff. Contrary to what many think, we do not buy anything before the sale starts. We want everyone to have a fighting chance at all that is there when we see it. Continue reading End of sale buys – Why to always shop the last hours of an estate sale