Saturday's yard sales had a lot of ups and downs. I definitely started out on an up, because I got everything in the picture except the apron at the first yard sale I went to, for the grand sum of $1.50. The apron came later, for $1. If you remind me that I said I wasn't buying any more aprons, I'll say I don't remember saying any such thing.
I have no idea what this is. Some kind of pitter/reamer/squeezer thing? I try to keep the pitting and reaming to a minimum around here, so I lack experience in this field. After one good sale, and an OK one, and a bunch of ones that took no time at all to buzz through, I hit a wall.
First I went to a church rummage sale, which turned out not to be your usual church rummage sale but kind of a church-going-out-of-business rummage sale. All that stuff that only a church would need was for sale - like trays of utilitarian creamers from church suppers, and kind of boring candle holders, and some 1970s era hymnals. I may be wrong, but I don't think there's much of a market for 1980s Vacation Bible School curriculum.
Disappointed, I went on to the next sale, where I was excited to see many big plastic bins and the sign "Fabric: $1 a bag." Just as I had discovered that all of the fabric was yucky doubleknit, I heard excited voices and rapidly approaching footsteps. It was a van load of women who were members of a religious order, and they were charging the bins of fabric. I barely got out of the way in time. I came this close to being trampled to death by women in prayer caps, flowered housedresses and heavy knit stockings. Over polyester, no less.
Feeling forsaken, I made one last stop, at a tag sale, and waiting for me there was a Jadite swirl mixing bowl. It's the 9 inch one, and I have the 6 inch one, so now I need only to find the 8 inch, 7 inch and 5 inch, and I will own a set of nested Jadite mixing bowls. I expect that to happen in 2018, given my current rate of one swirl mixing bowl every three years. After this, not wanting to press my luck, I headed home. I knew that van full of crazy bargain-hunting religious women was still cruising around, and I didn't want to risk running into them again.