Last weekend, I went to an estate sale that was just 5 minutes from our house -- a pretty unusual occurrence. The house was an old one (fairly run down) built in the 1850s and I got to go. Since it's surrounded by subdivisions and is right on a main road, I imagine it was probably the old farmhouse for all the neighboring area.
Usually the owners of the estates that are for sale have passed away. I always feel sad that they're lives are laid open for strangers to see as they paw through the owners' things. I paw through them nonetheless (what does that say about me)! In this case, though, the owner was actually there (and alive). She looked like she was in her eighties and she was selling to move somewhere else. Back in the late 1800's, her family had bought the house from the people who built it. It was such a pleasure to talk to her, to see the gorgeous woodwork & the original dining room set (which she said was in the house when her family bought it) and to imagine what life was like for the farm family who built it. It was such a pleasure to go to a sale & not be sad about the 'poor old soul' who lived there!
What does the title of this post have to do with all this . . . all I spent was 5 cents and here's what I bought -- 1 4" tall swanky swig!