This is a problem when I go to estate sales, because estate sales are packed with objects large and small that the previous owner acquired and which really don't make a lot of sense to own. Gathering up a gallimaufry of odds and ends wouldn't make much sense. This, combined with my inherent tightwaddishness, has kept me from any number of really silly purchases.
But every so often I see something that I just can't leave at the sale.
Like the ceramic jam pot, minus the rest of its matching set.
The ornate sugar bowl, missing its lid.
I feel sorry for them.
I bring them home -- if I can get them for 25 cents or less, that is. That way, if I do end up asking myself, "What were you thinking when you bought that?" I can donate them to the Salvation Army and not be very much out-of-pocket.
I can reuse the jam pot -- to hold toothpicks. I can reuse the sugar bowl, to hold potpourri.
But of what use was the blue plush bunny I spotted during the final hours of an estate sale a few weeks ago? No one else wanted him.
His ribbon was frayed.
His tail was loose.
His worn plush fur had more gray hair than I do (inch for inch).
His whiskers went in different directions.
He's shy.
But he's darling. And he was ten cents.
I think I'll keep him.
I bring them home -- if I can get them for 25 cents or less, that is. That way, if I do end up asking myself, "What were you thinking when you bought that?" I can donate them to the Salvation Army and not be very much out-of-pocket.
I can reuse the jam pot -- to hold toothpicks. I can reuse the sugar bowl, to hold potpourri.
But of what use was the blue plush bunny I spotted during the final hours of an estate sale a few weeks ago? No one else wanted him.
His ribbon was frayed.
His tail was loose.
His worn plush fur had more gray hair than I do (inch for inch).
His whiskers went in different directions.
He's shy.
But he's darling. And he was ten cents.
I think I'll keep him.
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