Anatomy of a Bargain

There were only two images of a yarn lot I bid on back in March, which is probably why I won the lot with only one other bidder giving up after a single try.

What I wanted was the big Caron one pound skein of white in the very front; that retails for $13.00. I need white yarn like crazy these days. That single skein made it worth bidding on the lot.

I also counted three labelled Latte Cakes (they retail for $13.49) a Big Twist skein ($12.99 retail, and a brand that will now no longer be produced due to JoAnn going bankrupt), and a Mandala Sparkle cake ($8.99 retail). There's also some chunky yarn, chenille, baby yarn and I think some wool blends, but I'll have to wait until the lot arrives to be sure.

Just the six yarn skeins and cakes with labels I could price are worth over $75. Adding the other 14 unlabelled skeins I can see in the pics (there may be more under them) at $5 per skein resale, that's another $70. The total value is about $150.00.

I paid ten bucks for the lot. Thrift your yarn, my friends. :)

Image credit: the two images in this post came from the original auction listing at ShopGoodwill.com.

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Stuff

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