As much as I enjoy visiting with my mom and sister and the warmth and sunshine in Vegas this time of year, there just is no way I could ever live there. The garage sale scene is just entirely too dismal.
It’s not that there aren’t any around, there seem to be plenty, but the selection of items for sale is pretty pathetic. I have a theory about this, I believe that probably 80% (unscientific guesstimate) of the people living in Vegas moved there in the last 20 years. They moved into a brand new houses and I’m also guessing that many of them bought all new furniture when they did so. In other words, there is a lot of bad 90’s furniture in Vegas garage sales.
I am a die hard garage saler. I’ve been to a LOT of garage sales, so I know to expect some junk. But usually you find at least one or two cool vintage items, even if they aren’t something that you want. My sister and I went to probably about a dozen sales, and out of those there was only one that was even slightly decent.
All of that floral china is no longer my cup of tea, but at least it wasn’t cast off free coffee mugs from the casino. This gentleman also had some very lovely paintings. And in fact, I did buy a small one that would fit into my suitcase (more on that in another post).
Other than that, the only thing I purchased was a John Sanford book to read on the plane for 75 cents.
To round out our thrifty morning, we also stopped at the local Goodwill and Salvation Army stores. Again, nada. Zip. Zilch. More bad 90’s furniture and tacky casino freebies. My sister did find a lovely blue carnival glass bowl (she collects it) that was tempting, but it was priced at $18.99. Not exactly an amazing bargain. Plus she was worried about getting it home in one piece.
None the less, it was lovely being out in the Vegas sunshine and scouting for garage sale signs. My sister was a good sport and played along. It just whetted my appetite for garage sale season in Minnesota, which is probably still more than a month away. Sigh.