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I went to The Attic on Wednesday. That's the hospital thrift that I frequent on Wednesdays at noon. I bought $2.00 worth of vintage thread spools, some mohair yarn and two books about "Creating Ceramics" that are signed by the author. Nothing stellar. As I checked out, I noticed a perfect speciman of an oak splint basket sitting by the register. It was perfectly made, all hand made, had some age to it and was divine. I love handmade oak splint baskets. I don't give a patoot about Laongaberger or Peterboro or any of the new handmade baskets. I like the old hand crafted ones. I have a lot of them, but I love adding to my collection. This particular one was special because it was so small that I could cup it in the palms of my hands. I wanted it. But! It wasn't for sale. One of the volunteers had put four teeny pieces of wire in it with a note - "SAVE FOR PLANT HANGER" whatever that means. The lady behind the desk didn't know anything about it, but said she would figure it out. She promised she wouldn't ever sell it to anyone but me. Once I got home, I realized that I probably could have suggested that we put the wires and the note in another basket and let me buy that one and she probably would have done it. And, now I am consumed with getting that basket. What if it falls into unsuspecting hands that don't appreciate it? What if it gets tossed? I. must. have. that. basket. Must!
Big News! On April 2nd, not more than one mile from my house there is a BRAND NEW THRIFT STORE OPENING. Anticipation......Oh, I cannot wait. ALthough it is super close to the super Cheap Thrift and I worry that it might cut into their donations or raise their prices. Time will tell.