Tchotchkies of the Dead, Part 4

One of our finest searches for the tchotchkies of the dead, estate sale, was actually a Tchotchkies of the Divorced.  According to rumors rumbling through the long line waiting for the 9 am opening, this sale came after the home AND closets were fully and magnificently furnished when the marriage collapsed.  Some of the clothes, it was said, still had the sales tags on them.  That was true.

    Getting there nearly an hour early, we were almost first in line.  A picture on the sales announcement on the Internet revealed a large statue for $350 that looked very interesting to me.  When we got in, I raced around until I found the statue, put a Sold sign on it and then defended it against anyone who tried to buy it.  It was black, heavy and looked like someone imitating Picasso in his women-with-holes-in-their tummies period.

    We bought it, proudly lugged it home and then told everyone we could think of about our victory.

     At the same sale, we bought a Hartman hanging bag, an expensive item, for $35; an artistic dish and so on.  Quite the triumph.