Who was that nekkid man? — The tale of a yard sale adventure

Hello friends! Hope you had a good week. It blew by for me like all my days, weeks, months and years do. I tried to get a post up on some kitchen stuff. What I like about mine and what I don’t, but my pictures were awful. I was ashamed to use them. So that project was scraped. In my mind a good lighting kit will be the magic bullet, but I’ll complain about all that another time. Bottom line was between all the other busyness, no post was written.

I thought for today’s Sunday afternoon chat I’d resurrect a tale oft told around here and one that I told when I first started blogging in 2007. (The blog has been through lots of ons and offs and changes through the years.) I was over on Blogspot/Blogger at that time. That blog isn’t accessible for anyone but me now, but some of those tales don’t need to be forgotten. Like this one:

Who was that nekkid man? A yard sale adventure.


Several years ago, when my daughter was around 12, she and I went to some sales in Birmingham. It turned out to be a day that will live in infamy. For us as well as the other poor, unsuspecting soul, the victim of this story.

It was midday and we were tracking down our last stop. We found the address we were looking for, parked and walked up to the porch. It was a big Victorian in an old, hip, trendy, neighborhood. We both swear to this day the ad said the sale was inside. No one was outside, so we just opened the door and walked in. You usually do that at sales that are held inside. Still no one about. Maybe they were taking a bathroom break. We were browsing some things, mostly painted furniture, with price tags on them when we heard a door open behind us. We turned around to see a man totally nude. He had definitely taken a bathroom break. A shower most likely. His eyes got big as saucers, our eyes got big as saucers. He screeched out an “eek”, we screeched out a louder “eek”. He turned around and dashed into another room, we turned around and got the h*** outta Dodge as fast as we could! Five seconds later, we were in the car burning rubber, but it seemed like an eternity.

We still can’t figure out what went wrong. Were we at the wrong address? There were things for sale inside. Had the sale closed? We double checked the time and were within the time frame stated. Maybe the shoppers had stopped coming and he figured it was over. I just wish he’d locked his front door. Or on second thought……………

Sunday Afternoon Chat

Sunday Afternoon Chat

I missed last Sunday. Went shopping. So if anyone dropped by, that’s where I was. 😉 I’ll be helping with a bridal shower later this afternoon. I do have a bit of a life every now and then after all!

So, what’s been going on with you the past couple of weeks? Allergies got you yet? How’s your weather? We’ll be near 90 later this week!

Tiffany and I have been prepping the next estate sale. I was checking the pockets of suitcases and pulled out these:

Granny panties as big as me!

Granny panties almost as big as me! (Please excuse the bad hair and make-up. I was working, remember? That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.) When I pulled them out, I didn’t think they were unusually large. It was only holding them up to my little bitty self that made them look so huge. The owner was undoubtedly much taller. And that’s as far as I’m going with that. Tall people carry weight much better than us shorties. And I really do look short in that picture! Tiffany is almost a foot taller than I and the picture taken from her angle makes me really look tiny. ‘Course when you’re not quite 5’ tall, I guess you look tiny to everybody. That’s why I normally wear heels. Sigh.

They actually appear to be a bathing suit bottom. I wonder if she wondered what happened to them? We didn’t find a top. And was that her last trip to the beach? When we spend hours upon hours in a person’s home, pulling out everything they owned, we start to feel like we know them. They become our friends in a way. Haven’t done a home where we didn’t think we liked the previous owners yet. It’s an interesting profession, although a lot of hard, dirty work. Speaking of allergies!

Other than working at the sale house, most of last week was spent pricing things for a yard sale. We set some tables up at the Pickle Patch antique mall’s vendor’s parking lot sale. 

Pickle Patch parking lot sale

We ended up taking most of that back home with us. I know the picture is small, but can you see how the girl on the left’s hair is blowing and she’s kinda huddled up? Yeah. The weather hurt the attendance. It was supposed to be up to 74° that day. And it did reach that, but it took a long time and the wind was awful! The wind made it cold for several hours, then cool when it should have been pleasant. I had a blanket wrapped around me and my sweater hood pulled up. We’ll be having another sale in May. My friend, Melanie, is going to have it with me. We’ll do it in my old shop building this time.

Erin and Dani came up for the sale and a little shopping. They walked up to the mall, spotted this little chair on the porch and had to have it. Turned out to be Tiffany’s!


Isn’t it adorable? Somebody tried to buy it from us. Dani’s adorable, too. She loves those rain boots. The cool didn’t seem to bother her, either. Kids.

Lessee….. I made these flowers from Christmas tree candle clips. It shouldn’t have, but it oddly took two days to make them and write the blog post.  

I grieve Prince’s passing along with the rest  of our generation. Chyna as well. Both so young. 

I can’t think of much else that wouldn’t bore you to tears. Hope you have a great week!


Sunday afternoon chat #3

Sunday afternoon chat #3


We had real company today, so the chat is late. Granddaughter Dani is here and my dad came to visit. It’s wonderful to see great granddaughter and great grandfather together. He’s her only great left living. I never knew any of my great grandparents. They all passed away before I was born. The last one only months before. My children only knew one of theirs.

We accomplished one house thing this week when we hung the chalkboard door. I feel so accomplished! Poor Ricky, though. That was a difficult hang. Thank goodness he’s perfectly capable and can figure out the hard things. And can handle the heavy things. But that day he had already spilled a gallon of poly on the shop floor, came home to me asking pretty please would he hang the door, then an hour later to the, by now grating, sound of my voice saying there’s a puddle of water coming out from under the refrigerator. God bless him. And the only time he got a little fussy was hanging the door. He couldn’t “hold it and mark it at the same time!” Then, “Is it where you want it?” “I don’t know. I can’t see. You’re in the way. Move to the right….. That’s the wrong way. The other right. Move it over just a little. That was too much. Up about an inch. Up. Not down.” Chances are you’ve heard participated in similar conversations before. We do every single time we hang something together.

Chalkboard from an old door with the glass broken out of the top.

Yesterday we took another table and benches to Angel’s. While I was in the booth I overheard a customer conversation in a nearby booth. They were reading a sign in the booth that said, “We do chippy/shabby.” The customer said, “‘We do chippy/shabby’. Haha. What does that mean?” There was some mumbling that sounded like her friend didn’t get it either. I’m constantly amazed at the people who have probably never even looked at Pinterest. And, it’s not like chippy/shabby is new. But we all have different interests. I’m certain they know all about something that they think is common knowledge that I don’t have a clue about. Like football or something.

After we did the run-in-quick-and-drop-off-the-table thing, we took off with daughter Erin and granddaughter Dani to Auburn’s A-Day football game. Dani’s daddy is an Alabama fan (Me too, actually.) and stayed home to do yard work. Dani wouldn’t cooperate for a picture in the stadium, so these were made outside.


We brought her home with us and she’ll get to miss daycare tomorrow. Then we have to get back to work.