Meet Ellen


Last weekend there was an estate sale on our block. I'll admit that if I had more free time I might be a yard sale/antique fair/estate sale junkie. Its a funny thing, since I constantly feel the need to purge my possessions, and hardly ever walk away with a purchase. But I like the thrill of discovering something special at a bargain price. So when the estate sale popped up on our block I snuck away for a few minutes to have a look.

There were some pretty amazing things inside. Beaded vintage dresses, an amazing midcentury contoured massage chair, a TV from the 50s, and Ellen (photo above). When I saw her I knew she had to come home with me. After talking the man down to $25, he tried to tell me about how she was painted by a famous Californian artist. After I got home I looked up the info online. It turns out that she was painted by the nephew of a famous Californian artist. Which just goes to show that you should never buy art because of its implied value. It has to speak to you. So Ellen, it looks like you won't be off to any prestigious art collections. You're stuck here with me, in our house of wild things.


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