Estate sales season has arrived in Western New York. On my way home from work, I stopped at three different sales. If the selection at these homes is any gauge, it's going to be a great season.
-A Christmas carillon with angels, shepherds, three kings and creche. And it spins! - A 1957 big book of questions and answers along with a paisley print knitting bag. - A regulator clock with a pretty chime with a ceramic Dutch shoe.
Rug making supplies for braid, latch hook, punch hooking, regular rug hooking and something called "French Embroidery". - About 25 dishes in the "Swiss Chalet" pattern made in the 1960's as give-a-way premiums at gas stations.
But here's by far, the weirdest thing I've ever purchased at an estate sale:
That's right! a baker's dozen of goose and duck eggs with their contents removed. How I've lived without them for so long, I'll never know. As long as I was at it I picked up the machine which is used to mark the eggs into sections in order to have symmetrical decorations.
The lady to whom these items originally belonged had the hobby of creating elaborate scenes in eggs, like a Faberge-style egg.
I should start a Museum of Visual Oddities.