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Junk Shop Finds

While out wandering my guy and I often stop at junk shops to look around for treasures. My mother used to call this "junking." These aren't formal antique places, but establishments where pickers sell the pieces they find, usually for pretty cheap. That's how I happened to find this 1908 Albert Sterner lithograph for $5.00. It's worth close to ten times that.

At the same junk shop I picked up a Crack Jack tin from 1994 ($4.00), a wee yarn ball holder ($3.00), and an Italian ceramic cannister ($5.00). The yarn holder is almost new and made in China; I just thought it would be handy for the smaller balls of yarn I use while crocheting my calendar project. But the tin is fairly rare and in the condition it's in worth about $20.00. The cannister is in mint condition, and worth about $30.00.

I also intend to use my treasures. The lithograph is pretty fragile, but I'm going to try to remove and remount it after I clean up the frame; I plan to hang it in my home office. The Cracker Jack tin is a bit of personal nostalgia, that will go on display in the sewing room (and possibly store some sewing stuff.) The pear cannister is especially handy for storing my night time tea bags.

Good junking trip. :)

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