This weekend was awesome. I went to a huge estate sale, and boy do I love estate sales. There is something so strange and compelling to me about someone selling everything they have ever accumulated in their life. I love living out the cliche of “someone’s trash is someone else’s treasure”. I feel as if it is allowing me to creep into the treasures of one’s soul and being, with admission being the small price of a dollar for an old record or broken watch. I decided upon a very vintage coke bottle that will soon become a vase for a flower, and some old windows and things that I will be repainting for wall decorations and recreating a particularly large one into a coffee table. I wonder what people will reuse whenever I die and my kids have an estate sale of my junk.