At the end of that school Christmas Bazaar, an announcement comes over the loudspeaker stating that all items in the “Flea Market” area are FREE.
I don’t believe I’ve ever seen my charmingly pokey teenaged son move so fast in his life as he raced out to get the goods.
Fortunately, it appears he’s got the junking gene.
UNFORTUNATELY, this is what he had piled against my car when we left. Brass seashell art, chipped glass candlesticks, dirty plastic place mats, and a broken stone fountain.
And this mirror.
Hmmm, might not be too bad with a little white paint.
(Mirror has a virtual blur, not a real life one)
Yep, pretty good. I think we have ourselves a picker!