As far as estate sales go, this one was fabulous, from my perspective. Of course, I'm supposed to be the weepy widow who can't let go of memories and things. And moving out of the home we made together is supposed to be a most difficult transition.
But -- nah. It's all been good. Stuff sold, I got money, tons of people walked through, tons more came back for Sunday's continuing sale.
After most of the selling took place on Saturday, I realized that some things -- some blue things -- hadn't left the house in the rush. Blue had been the reigning color in the farmhouse in Franklin, where Frank had lived for 20 years before our lives came together. So we made blue our decor from the start, and received many blue things from my wedding shower nine years ago. Blue towels, blue sheets, blue bedspreads, too. But when we moved to Machias, the interior was already cranberry, so I found a wallpaper that made our home-lives work around a cranberry-and-gold combination. Our blue stuff wasn't featured in any way. (Meanwhile, people continue to comment on my choice of cranberry-and-gold wallpaper, as recently as the weekend sale).
Once I shift to Lubec, I'm bringing back everything blue. I snatched out of the sale items all the leftover blue tablecloths, placemats, napkins, dishes and serving ware that hadn't sold on Saturday. Blue is back in my life again, in a way that I can remember Frank and all the blue touches in his farmhouse when we first met. I love that.
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