Friday I found the best kind of estate sale of all - an elderly lady with great taste, artistic talent, and a lot of traveling under her belt who is moving from a large house into a small apartment. For $16 I got a tablecloth with handmade
battenburg lace, one of those really old fashioned sturdy wooden spoons (extra-long handle all the better for stirring bread with), a large framed print of Young Girl Reading
(the frame was worth ten times the price I paid, at least
) and an assortment of vintage pins and necklaces. And a box that contained Spanish Toilet Soap back in the 1930s, but now had three sticks of chalk, a keyring, some pencil lead, and a thumbtack. (Discarded everything, kept the box in all its gorgeous red-and-black art deco glory.)
What I wanted and did not
buy was the set of three stained glass window rubbings. Back when she lived in England, some churches would allow people to come in and make rubbings of the windows. These were beautiful - charcoal on art paper, very lovely and medieval. But not lovely enough for me to drop $150 on the set ... alas.
But I'm very happy with my Young Girl Reading, which is destined for my library one day.