Today we stumbled upon the tail end of an estate sale.
Usually I find my trash/treasure at thrift stores and oddly enough, never question the past life of the items found there.
Going through someone's house and taking things away left me with mixed emotions. On one hand I would have liked to be jumping inside saying "Wohoo! What a great deal!" but on the other hand, I felt a little sad and creepy and more like "Gee, thank you Elsie." (my make believe name for the dear lady). "I will honor you by re-making your beautiful clothes into "new again" pretty things that will hopefully be loved and enjoyed for years to come."
I told the ladies conducting the estate sale what I would be doing with Elsie's things. They thought she would be pleased.
Elsie, I can see by your style that you were a grand and gracious lady, although a very petite size 2. You must have lived life by the fullest as the story is told by what I discovered in your home. I am honored to be able to pass along some of that great energy I found there today. Thank you.