Found a really cute umbrella at a sale Saturday.
Went to pay for it. Handed over my dollar, which the woman took, then said, “And the scarf?”
“Did you already pay for the scarf?” She was looking at the blue muffler around my neck, the one Judy gave me a while back.
“It’s mine,” I said.
“But did you pay for it?”
What the heck was she talking about? “I wore it in. It’s mine.”
By now you could feel the other shoppers nearby growing a little quieter, listening. Was a crime going down? Was this woman trying to pull off a daring theft of a strip of light blue angora blend?
The seller looked hard at me, then reached out and pointed. “What about that?”
One of their little sticky dot price tags had detached itself from something and adhered to my fuzzy muffler. I shook my head and pulled it off. “Sorry, don’t know how that got there. It’s really my scarf.”
She chose to believe me. “Okay. I did think it was a lot of money for something like that.”
After our bag-stuffing adventures of the past two weekends, we came back to earth and found…not so much. And the sales just seemed odd. One supposed estate sale felt exactly like being in a store. There was even that perfumey candle smell hovering over the hundreds of knick knacks and paintings and silver and china.
We did spot a few interesting
and unusual hats
and the shiniest car in the world.
And I found a few things to buy…and managed to spend over twenty bucks.
The big splurge? Two vintage Homecrest wire chairs. They rock, they swivel!
Need to clean them up and figure out some cushions, but I thought ten bucks each was pretty darned good, especially considering the way everything else at that sale was priced. It’s so interesting what sellers think is valuable.
This interesting glass light cover
is destined to be a yard ornament. Yes folks, repurposing at its finest, right here.
And a handsome Le Creuset baking pan.
It does have a small chip on a corner but I don’t think that will affect its performance.
If you’ve ever priced these, you’ll know why I scooped it up at $3.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’d better go check my wardrobe to make sure there are no inadvertent price tags on anything else. I doubt that they let you blog from jail!