Oh, that's right. I stopped in at my first auction yesterday and I'm now the proud owner of a giant pickle sign. Lest you think I have lost my mind or had a momentary lapse in judgement or made an impulse buy, let me correct those misguided impressions. If any lapse in judgement exists, it's firmly ensconced in my being - probably long term. I actually stalked this pickle sign for weeks and weeks, along with this incredible heavy duty metal cart. Yes I wanted the sign, with a passion and this cart.
As you can see, I was successful in my quest to secure what I had stalked. I even scored the sign for $5 below the starting bid, so I was very happy with that. After all, how many people do you think were bidding on the giant pickle? I'm pretty sure that would be just me. I did not go over my maximum planned bids on anything and I deliberately did not aspire to anything over $20 for the most part. There were two things I was going to go as high as $30 on, but those items quickly got beyond my limits, and I was off the hook. Yea! They were both large items I didn't want to have to deal with right now due to space considerations. Yes, the pickle sign is large, but it's also flat and can be hung up. I didn't need the hassle of large cumbersome items, even though one was a huge stainless steel table and the other was a yellow metal locker for combustible materials that was about 6 feet tall or so and about 2 1/2 feet wide. Oh well, I'm sure I'll live just fine without them.
While the auction was going on, I was walking around checking some things out and spotted a bunch of metal letters lying about on and under a table with a bunch of other plastic junk, and there were some in a huge tupperware bin as well. They didn't have a lot number and weren't on the docket, so after the auction, I asked if they'd sell them. The auctioneer asked the owner, who okayed it, and they were added so I could bid. There are ten letters and each is 13 1/2" high and up to 12" wide. I can't for the life of me figure out what they once spelled, so I'm wondering if there were more somewhere around there that didn't get included. Meanwhile, I have been trying to come up with words to create out of them.
Now, as a kid, I was a champ at those puzzles teachers like to give kids to keep them out of their hair. I could always come up with all the combinations from a given set of letters. Last night I was having a bit more trouble at it, but that could be because after spending over an hour or so in the kitchen with them spread out everywhere while cleaning them, I didn't want to think about them any more.
It turned out they were neon letters. The inserts with the neon are a complicated mess which consists of a lucite backing, huge long screws poking out, metal pipe fittings, rubber tubes and the neon light bulbs, all of which were broken except for three. Even the ones with the light bulbs still intact each had their lines cut, so I have no idea if there's any way to make them work again. I'll have to look into that. I have a feeling I can forget about the neon aspect. That's fine; the letters themselves are fabulous!
I painstakingly cleaned all the neon inserts just in case they can be salvaged, which took forever, and amazingly I didn't even cut myself. However, now there are letters all over my dining room table, neon workings all over the kitchen and a giant pickle sign leaning up against "The Beast" (the hutch that I found some months back and painted white).
The rolling cart is currently residing in my friend/boss's garage awaiting Lynette (my partner in junk crime), who is going to go and pick it up for me.
So there you have it. So much for clearing things out and finishing things off. I'm up to my eyeballs in stuff. Oh, and after the auction buyers are responsible for getting their items out of there on their own. Any idea how high up that pickle sign was or how heavy and awkward it might be? Well, unfortunately I had no camera with me, so I have no images to give you a sense of it, and the auction shots are no longer online. Let's just say we had to go get my friend's 16 foot adjustable ladder, haul it in and get it set up, which took some muscle. Thankfully we didn't need the full extension. One of the guys there who was much taller than I was kind enough to climb up and unhook it and get it down for me. I couldn't get the chains it was hung from though because they were up about 20 ft or so. I'm just glad we could get the sign at all. Luckily I keep a screwdriver in the glove compartment as well because I had to get under the counter to undo 8, 2 inch screws that were holding the paper dispenser in. That took me quite a while. Awkward angles. We had to make three trips to get everything back to the office because aside from what I got, my friend, Kathryn, also got a bunch of wire standing racks and humongous pictures in frames. We were exhausted by the end of the day.
So the pickle sign resides for now, right in your face as you walk in our front door. Casey came home from classes last night and I cut her off at the pass so as to provide a sort of pickle intervention in case the shock proved too much for her. Was she impressed? Maybe a little. I'm not sure, but at least she wasn't pickle hostile. That's always a good sign. Then I proceeded to excitedly tell her how we could hang it on the wall where the lotus picture currently resides in the dining room, just until we get a shop, of course. (You can see the wall I intend to hang it on in the first picture above.) She declared something to the effect of the following: "No! We are not going to be the kind of people who hang a huge pickle in their house!"
I begged to differ.
We'll have to see about that.
Meanwhile tomorrow is trash day, so is it my fault if this bathroom cabinet crossed my path on the way home?
It is pretty big and is covered inside and out with mirrors, and it has some glass shelves inside. After driving the streets awhile thinking about whether I should take it or not (due to current space considerations, you know), I came back and scooped it up. Heather's words rang in my ears (Heather from New House, New Home, New Life).... she told me her mother used to always say, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. You can always make glue out of him later." I've decided that will be my dashboard motto to remind me to just take the goods now and figure it out later. I find this prevents "picker's remorse". So I picked it up, (a filthy dirty, heavy thing) and figured I could throw it away when I got home if I wanted, or do so after I stripped it of its mirrors and glass. I did get the glass shelves out, but I'm not sure how to remove the mirror. I'm thinking it might ruin them.
Then, on a round about drive home, I came upon a great, old white door under a bit of junk. It was almost dark out though, and I didn't have room for it in the back seat. I really want it, so we'll see what I can work out for the early morning. It's right down the street, but the garbage men come to our street first thing. So I'll have to be quick if I mean to have it for my own.
Casey just returned with some ice cream in tow. I guess that makes us THE place for pickles and ice cream.
Cravings anyone? Well, let's just say we've got "pickle" to spare. Come on by.
I'll be sharing this at:
Knick of Time Tuesdays @ Knick of Time
Sunday's Best @ My 1929 Charmer
Thrifty Treasures @ Southern Hospitality
Mop it Up Mondays @ I Should Be Mopping the Floor
Time Travel Thursday @ The Brambleberry Cottage