So I managed to find one fun estate sale this frosty weekend. Fun in that the tiny house was stuffed with stuff and the prices were fantastic.
Only I don't think I'm gonna be allowed to bring my finds into the house.
These rubber-faced animals are not my usual thing, plus they are sort of scary looking.
Ok, really scary looking. Baa Ram Ewe.
However, I think they may be vintage Rushton. Which sell for pretty big bucks on Ebay.
So cooties be damned I grabbed as many as I could and jammed them into a trash bag.
They are still in the trunk of my car, right next to the vintage Christmas ornaments I need to hide from Mr. VJIMT, lest he reminds me yet again of the stash building in the hallway.
I am starting to itch just thinking about them.
And not in a good way.