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Mystery Box

By now you all know how I like mystery items. Last month I saw this collection of stuff up for auction, listed as "12 LB Box of Craft Supplies Paint, Thread, Canvas, Ribbon Mesh, Knitting Needles" and saw a sewing box in the photo, so I thought I'd bid on it. I was the only one who did and won the box. Was it worth what I paid?

The box arrived, so let's find out.

Here's everything in the box, which was a lot more than the pics showed.

There are five unused paint-by-number kits (typically $10 to $20) and a brand new pack of paint brushes. That bag of what looks like pom poms is actually a big bunch of felted balls.

These mesh ribbon rolls run about $5 each and make neat wreaths and tree wall hangings.

There's a jelly roll of Christmas prints, some extra strips from another, a fat quarter and a roll of newish heat and bond sheet fusing. Add to that the sewing basket, a brand new bottle of fray check and some extra big knitting needles, and you've got a treasure trove in a box worth about $200 retail. I paid $12.99 for the lot. Savings: $187.01.

Image credit: The first pic in this post came from the original auction listing at ShopGoodwill.com.

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