Out of the two estate sales I had planned to go to this week I only made it to one.  Waking up early is the hardest thing in the world for me, especially because I've been such an insomniac lately, not being able to fall asleep 'till four or five in the morning.  By the time 8:30 comes around and my alarm clock starts going crazy I usually start weighing out the pros and cons of each sale--unfortunately a lot of times the cons win out, and I lazily think, "Oh, it's probably a junky one . . .  creepy clown dolls on the bed . . .  the 'vintage clothing' described in the ad probably is probably a pile of dirty house dresses and '80s power suits . . ." and I turn off the alarm and go back to sleep.
Fortunately skipping Thursday's sale made me feel too guilty about not going to Friday's, so I woke up at 8:20 (!), threw on some clothes, got an Americano at Starbucks, and went to find out whether this estate sale would be a goldmine for either vintage clothing enthusiasts or creepy clown doll collectors.  Fortunately it didn't turn out to be a creepy one . . .  The sale was in a strange old '60s block house that was a bit empty and didn't have too much clutter, but I was lucky enough to find a closet full of clothes from the '40s to the '60s.  
Every single dress was priced the same.  And since the prices were steeper than most estate sale prices and since I didn't bring a whole lot of cash with me I had to limit myself to two dresses.  It's the worst!  I would have had a tough time deciding at any time, but it was early in the morning and my brain wasn't really working and I couldn't really figure out whether I should go for cuteness or for value.  The little '60s dresses were fun (if a bit weirdly shaped on top), but the 1940s green dress with wool jacket would probably be a better investment . ..  Then again I hated the length of it--to the ankles.  It would look so silly on me.  
In the end I decided on two late '50s/early '60s prom dresses because they looked so nice hung up together and because they were the only dresses there that were in nice spring-y colors.  I really wish I had a good excuse to keep them, but I just can't imagine myself ever wearing them . . . I think they'd be better off going to girls who can take them to dances and proms and the things I was too cynical to ever go to in high school.