It's time for more brag-- I mean, sharing concerning last weekend's thrifty finds. I hit up one ginormous estate sale and a medium-sized flea market. The flea market yielded a $10 cordless weed eater (yay!) with a charger power cord (yay!)... that turned out to be from an old school Nintendo (booo!). That was exciting. "Why isn't it charged yet?" "Maybe the battery is shot?" "...Well, there's yer problem!" An actual charger was ordered and is on its way.
The estate sale, however. My goodness. There was so. much. stuff. Everywhere. Stuff. I came home with about half what I could have, including:
Records. I can't decide whether to keep Mama Cass or give her to Becky. (I mean, I would give it to Becky without question if she had a record player, but...)
Books for turning into journals. I've actually made a journal from another copy of that same edition Little Women, and it sold, so I figured, "Hey, why not?"
Build your own stamp set. After finding that toy printing press last week, I think I'm obsessed.
Big-ass pot. (Excuse my language, but that's really the best way to describe it.) I'm seeing insane amounts of turkey stock, and beer. But not at the same time.
(That is, either to show you how big the pot is, or how skinny my babby is, or both.)