When I walk into a suburban mid-century house with my sister, we’re on the hunt for treasures that will make our customers happy — but we also like to marvel at the elaborate wallpaper in the bathroom.
We have time now to sift through the junk drawers and basement bookshelves. Within the last few years, we both were laid off from our jobs as writers and editors. While we continue to fling our résumés into the ring, we keep ourselves busy at estate sales and thrift stores.
We come from a family of thrifters and estate-sale lovers; our mother was an avid collector with an eye for beautiful and valuable...
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