I hit my friendly thrift store to see what great vintage goods I could find and it did not disappoint. Burgundy candle holders, $2.99. Not old, but great for the holidays. Small cloche, $2.99. Good for putting a wee, little feather Christmas tree under. Two small vintage plates, $1.99. Just plain good. Two strawberry serving pieces, $2.99. Thinking ahead, great for next summer.
All told, I was pretty pleased with myself, and brought everything home to clean up. Burgundy candle holders. Original price tag still on under thrift store tag, $.99. Ripped off for $2.00. Times two. Small cloche. Couldn’t get the adhesive off so I sprayed it with Goo Gone. Left a film that won’t come off. Looks like the feather tree is in foggy weather. Strawberry serving pieces. Realized they were part of a set. Left the rest of the set on the shelf.
Painted a wood cabinet I scored at a flea market for $2.00. Used an “oops” paint from Wal-Mart that was half off the regular price. Put three coats on. Hated it. Loathed it. Wanted it out of my driveway. Put it on the curb with a free sign. No takers. Looked at the receipt from Wal-Mart. Charged full-price for the paint. Oops. Gave up. Weekend over.
Sometimes you get a great deal, and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes you need to walk away, and sometimes you need to just light a match.
