I thought this was going to be one of those rare yard sale days where I come home empty handed. The first two sales offered almost the exact same merchandise. It was uncanny. Glassware and Christmas decor, and cookbooks cookbooks cookbooks.
We were on our way to that one last sale when we passed it. Big yard, plenty of parking. Still, I was beginning to think that it was just more of the same - until I looked down and saw the crate: the piano, the red sofa, the little bed. Five bucks for the whole darn thing. All wood, not a speck of plastic, in played-with-but-still-pretty-good condition.
So, it looks like I'm going to be a little busy for a day or two. I'm thinking more incense pictures, floating out from behind the closet door, or maybe from under the bed?