When we first bought our house, not only was it painted a million crazy colors, but it also smelled like cats. On top of that, it was an estate and it was filled with the previous owner's belongings.
The first thing we did was pulled everything out onto our front lawn and had an estate sale. We didn't even take the time to put price tags on the stuff. The goal was to get rid of everything as quickly as possible so that we could begin to renovate the house.
Our lease was up at our old apartment and we needed a place to lay our heads. We couldn't function in this house with all of the previous owner's smelly belongings.
Looking back, people got some great deals. We had a jar of old marbles and some collector went through and picked out a couple he liked. I think he gave us $25 for two. I'm sure they were probably worth more but at the time, we didn't care.
We sold hundreds of cigar boxes, old magazines, futons, and other objects that marked another person's life.
Fortunately, we kept some things, like this old picture.
And about a hundred Buddhas. (We're not Buddhist, but we really liked all the Buddhas for decoration).
Here are just a few of my favorites.
This lady, who sits on our window ledge (along with the turtle and the little thing next to her).
This guy who's missing a hand.
This garden Buddha who was sitting outside near an urn of cat ashes (I'm not joking).
This jolly little guy who acts as a book end.
And a variety of other Buddhas who sit on our bookshelf.
The other day when he was cleaning out our garage, Jason found another old object that was left with this house. He brought it in to display in our guest room.
I'll let you know what it is tomorrow, but I will tell you it's NOT another Buddha.