Do We Really Know What We Look Like?

I love estate sales. A few years ago, estate sales were a weekly part of my life. My sister and I would attend them looking for great items to sell on ebay or to find vintage linens to use in our sewing. We found wonderful treasures and loved witnessing the history there on display.

Estate sales can be so different. Some are a family selling most of their loved one's worldly possessions. This often meant great deals as the family tried to clean house. At other sales, a professional company was hired to come in and the whole thing was organized. Good deals are harder to find at these sales because the professionals know the value of the things they're selling.

I was at one of the professional and organized estate sales. The large dining room/living room combination had been cleared of all furniture and was filled with rows of long tables full of someone's earthly treasures. I was rummaging through a table filled with embroidered pillowcases when an older woman walked by the table.

"Excuse me," she said. There was no one around, so I thought she must be talking to me. I looked up to see her stepping aside to walk past a woman coming toward her. The woman coming toward her moved the same direction as she did. She side-stepped the other way at the exact same time as the woman facing her.

"I said excuse me." She sounded annoyed as she again tried to step to around the woman. The other woman stepped with her. It was an awkward dance. Finally, the woman got angry.

"Oh my h---, just let me past you," she said and stepped to the side and then forward with purpose, only to find herself...

walking right into herself.

The entire wall was covered by a mirror. She was trying to walk through the wall and around herself!

When she hit the wall, she stopped and looked into her own eyes.

"Oh, it's you," she said and turned abruptly and left.

It was a long time before I was able to stop laughing.