If ever there was a microcosm of American consumerism, a yard sale, garage sale, tag sale, estate sale, whatever is it. Oh, the gems one can find (read: Jenny Craig on cassette). MUST HAVE items of 5, 10, 20 + years ago, unceremoniously dumped on card tables and sold for a quarter for the duel purpose of earning cash (read: serious depreciation disguised as "making money") and clearing the way for the current MUST HAVE items of today.
I happen to like estate sales as the goodies at those are much more abundant, but my mother-in-law was working this one today so I went over expecting to find nothing.
Instead, since it was near the end of the sale, I was told I could fill a paper bag (per yard sale rules) full of treasures for a mere two bucks.
Hello. Who can possibly turn this bargain down?
Say you: So that little guy up there now lives in your house.
Say me: No.
But I did get a nifty vintage 3-hole punch, some vintage wrapping paper (You know me and wrapping paper), a bulletin board, 3 mason jars, some needles in their original packaging that initially sold for 15¢....
Say you: OK! I get it. You found some cool stuff. But did you really need any of it?
Say me: Well, clearly. Aa house is not a home without a vintage 3-hole punch. ->*Back story: The tag seen in the picture was attached to a ceramic bird. My mother-in-law bought it for her garden. The doll was made in China and still on the table when I left.