On the weekend I convinced the boy to visit a garage sale right near home as the description read something along the lines of 'moved to nursing home' ... BINGO!
I got almost as excited as if the subject had read 'deceased estate'. Is it wrong to get a little excited to go searching for vintage and retro treasures even though you know someone had to die to have that particular type of garage sale?
I got another pyrex dish - a beautiful turquoise colour and a pattern I don't have ...
Two adorable retro alarm clocks - who said blue and green should never be seen?!
some sweet little birds - the poor little one is missing her beak. Whoops - just realised the tampon in the photo. Please ignore!
The boy will be out of town this weekend so I think I'll happily do some solo garage saleing and opping.
Happy treasure hunting.
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