Well, not dry, but low. Maybe as winter is closing in, people are doing fun things like op-shopping and garage saling, father than un-fun things like going to the beach. Who knows. Yesterday, in the hope of hitting the "Mother Load" I organised Sparky to be map reader and we set off to hit the garage sales. We may have been a little late, (8.00am) but I did not find ONE thing that was worth parting one cent. Not one! Not even a token purchase, the kind you usually give to an op-shop the week later. Nada, nil, nothing!
I need the finders thrill! That adrenilin rush that you get when you know, deep in your authentic core, that you have found a bargain! I think I would sell my first born at the moment to get that thrill.
Anyhoo, I did find a few things during the week. In the gambling spirit of Anzac Day, this vintage board game, Totopoly. Some horses are missing but I love the bits and pieces inside. I might use them in artworks.
Am I turning into a Nana? This brilliant Aussie gumleaf and wattle needlepoint cushion was got for the princely sum of fifty cents. I love it. Sparky hates it.
But compare it to my other cushions in the lounge.
Is it downhill from here? Should I get all of my teeth extracted for the clack, clack, clacking of perfect porcelain dentures?
Last but not least, the towels. Not very exciting I know, but the local linen supplier has given Lifeline a truckload of them. Four for ten bucks. Very good quality, and heavier than mine at home, basically hotel towels. No stains, very white...but...Sparky won't even look at them. They don't exist in his universe. They are "dead people's stuff" and I should throw them out. Am I being too scabby? My argument is that if we went to a hotel, he would use them, so why not at home.
What does everyone else think? Have I gone too far in my bargain quest?
Pop over to Her library Adventures for more Anzac Day finds