Oakland Museum Woman’s Board puts on a fundraiser each year, affectionately known as the White Elephant Sale. I’d never been – had never even heard of it – before last weekend. When my Bestie asked if we could go, I couldn’t refuse. Anything that sells itself as the biggest and best treasure hunt in the West is surely something I needed to check out.
Never having been before, I figured it would be something like a big parking lot sale. We would probably find a few hundred people there fighting for the off-color stool cushion or the rusty cheese graters.
Boy was I wrong.
Had I read the website closer, I would have known we were heading into a 96,000 foot warehouse. Inside this gigantic space was anything you could ever need – and more – divided into various departments. The thrift store shopper in me had died and gone to must-smelling heaven.
I reacted to such goodness with feelings of excitement and quite frankly was a little overwhelmed. I roamed around, forming a plan of attack, then dove into the departments that sold things I could easily carry out (they don’t allow shopping carts – for good reason – there were close to a billion people in there).
My faves were the linens, sewing and gardening sections.
Hold up. Did I just say that? How f*cking old do I sound?
Ah well. It’s time I log off. My dentures need cleaning and my Ensure is getting warm.