I survived the white elephant sale yesterday, but just barely! My friend and I were exhausted and overwhelmed. I ended up with an antique butter dish and a costume for my granddaughter. I kept seeing things, but I couldn't decide, and there was so much junk and false advertising: native American jewelry from Taiwan, coats with moth holes, furniture about to collapse, dishes that were too weird or not enough plates, tablecloths with stains hidden inside. The best bargains were baby strollers, toys, and items, because they don't get worn out. I found chairs I liked that wouldn't go anywhere in my house, or were the wrong color, tables that needed refinishing, and many incredibly hideous lamps. But this was three weeks in to the sale. Who knows what treasures I missed. We each had a huge taco salad and rested our feet, triumphant that we'd finally made it to the event.
I'm finished with bargains for a while. I can't afford the energy drain. Oh, yes, maybe I will use the butter dish, but now it sits in my one glass case, to be worshiped and admired. Useless, really, but imagine the world when such items were part of dining. It's practically Downton Abbey.
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