It was billed as an estate sale - but it was more like a "here's what was in granny's basement" sale.
And nothing wrong with that. How could I pass up yards of rusty chain? And two more pairs of age-softened kid gloves?
A bobbin, a deliciously rusted fork and spike, wooden stars, two small paper ephemera bits.
But the piece de resistance - a 1942 autograph book. Partly filled in, but lots of blank pages left. In the past I've used a couple of these for small journals and they've been lots of fun.
A great score - thanks to granny's basement!
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