I just saw this link yesterday and thought it was perfectly timed to my thoughts this week.
http://www.featureshoot.com/2010/05/leilani-wertens-chicago/

Photo by Leilani Wertens
I love Leilani Wertens images of estate sale homes. I attended an estate sale last week and there’s a part of the experience that I love and a part that i detest.
I love the part where I get to discover how someone else lived. All the minutiae of daily life that makes up a life lived. At estate sales you see the dish soap, the books, the carpet and the artwork that these people lived with. I tend to make up little ideas of what these people were like.
In my mind, last week’s estate sale was of an old English woman’s home. I imagine she was in the arts - theatre most likely (lots of books of plays and theatre albums). She was raised in Tynemouth (i bought her class photo). She was modern and possibly a little fierce (my guess from her fashion sense & definately a smoker). Those elements i find comfort in. I feel happy to pass on items when i get a sense of where they come from.
The part I detest is the culture/community of estate sales. The other pickers are generally grossly competitive and always chomping at the bit to scour and scrounge through someone else’s belongings. The lack of respect really bugs me. At this last sale - there were about 10 of us there. And when they opened the door - guys were pushing me from behind. What the hell? There isn’t 50 of us?! This isn’t a sold out show at the ACC?!
I’m usually the youngest (still a little bright eyed and bushytailed) at the sales and maybe being an old crank is a side effect of going to a lot of estate sales. Maybe you get jaded and gnarly from being in so many peoples homes? If so, then I best be finding my items elsewhere because that’s not a side effect I’d be okay with.
I’m not too particular to being remembered after I die. If I’ve lived my life well then that’s more important. But if my items get to continue on, with a little sense of me remaining, well that would be sweet.

Photo by Leilani Wertens