Ah, church rummage sales -- is there anything better for a thrifty gal? I know they are prevalent in other areas of the country, but here in the southern part of the Garden State not so much. I probably find two or three a year if I'm lucky.
And lucky I was. Lucky I didn't get barreled over by the large group that decided two minutes before showtime to rise up en masse from their cushy seats on the couches at the other end of the room to the stairwell that headed down into the sale.
Which is where I happened to be standing when I walked in. Until that massive group informed me that the line started behind them. Because I guess the couches were the waiting area?
Whatever. I don't like to mess around with vintage karma, so I stepped back and allowed them to elbow their way past me. I figure if it's meant to be, it's meant to be.
And it was.
Because Christmas balls! In cool original boxes!
And a bag of vintage baby shoes!
And this antique box, with sliding lid and dovetailed sides!
And this bunch of brass napkin rings, which are screaming “project” to me but I haven't figured out which kind yet.
And these made-in-West-Germany Christmas tree candle holders. I think.
And this super dusty vintage globe!
And this unused vintage needlepoint kit -- the bag was torn but had never been opened. I had recently read this post from Goodwill Haunting so I was on the lookout for my own $600 scores!
The best part about church rummage sales? My total cost for all of these items, plus a milk glass candlestick and a purple denim jacket and embellished jean skirt for little Miss VJIMT came to a grand total of $9.25! Gotta love 'em!