Pack Rat Junkie

I was supposed to be helping a friend today by conducting a preliminary apartment search. Or at least I was supposed to.

But a dirty siren called me. "Estate Sale, Sunday only, next left." Even though I have more shit then I'll ever need squeezed into my office, I still have to stop. It's my Achilles heel. Unlike garage sales where people cash in on their cast off goods, estate sales sell off the contents of the whole house, and sellers are desperate to unload everything. Weird shit, cheap, often free. It's the ulimate Chipper bait.

Today for $7 dollars I picked up an Art Deco bathroom scale, a bolt of heavy avocado green crushed velvet, another bolt of a pink and taupe raw silk damask, a collection of cobalt telephone line insulators, and a wrought iron candelabra.
Halloween is comming up soon, so I have use for the fabric. What kind of costume can I create with avocado green crushed velvet? Superkate, I think we may have craft night at your house this fall, and throw a kick ass Halloween party. We can use the candelabra for decoration.
Why did I grab an bathroom scale? I already have one? Why do I pick up free shit off the side of the road when I don't have anywhere to put it? At least I'm not eating free shit off the street.