My mention that I bought 24 of a certain item at Saturday's estate sale prompted the terrific Gina of Vintage Junk in my Trunk to leave the following comment:
"Looking forward to what you got 2 dozen of; hope it's not what I think it is!"
Over the last week or so Gina and I have been commiserating. Outright complaining. Gina had e-mailed to say she was finally getting around to listing _____, and she had a few questions. I answered the questions as best I could, and wished her luck, because I knew she would need it. What she was listing requires care, patience and a high threshold for boredom.
There are 24 button cards in the photos, but that's not what I bought at the estate sale.
More e-mails were exchanged, and the thought of Gina toiling over her __________ made me feel a little guilty. I had my own stash of _________________ to sort and list, and it was the kind of job I was trying to put off indefinitely. But all the chatter about ______________ convinced me to get busy. At least I would have company, and misery loves company.
There are 24 wooden spools of thread in the sewing box, but that's not what I bought at the estate sale.
In one of my last e-mails to Gina, written after spending several hours with _________, I pledged I would never buy __________ again. She felt this was a sensible course. In fact, presented with the opportunity to buy a big bag of ________________ over this weekend, she wisely refrained.
There are more than 24 toy clothespins in the tin, and that's not what I bought at the estate sale. I already have enough of them.
No, I bought 24 patterns at the estate sale. Even though it was only days after I had pledged to never buy them again. Vintage patterns are fun and appealing. They're also a pain in the neck. Many sane people gather up a big bunch of patterns, stick them on eBay, confess they don't know if they're complete or not, and sell them for a lot of money.
Nothing wrong with that. But I feel compelled to check them over. Piece by piece. It takes a long time. It's extremely boring. (Just ask Gina!) But my great-grandmother and my grandmother would be horrified if I were selling patterns that I hadn't checked.
So I bought 24. And I've already sorted and listed them. (They're on eBay, link in the sidebar, you know the drill.) And having spent a number of hours with vintage patterns, I am once again ready to declare that I'm never buying them again.