He stretches out like this, on his back, front legs extended all the time. I swear, if he weren't a cat, he'd have to be a rag doll. I love that rust colored fur on his belly.
And now, the junk. I'm sparing you all a lot of the more repetitive usual kinds of stuff that pops up a lot here.
You can't shop at a closed preschool and not buy a tub of wooden blocks. Or, at least I can't.
Lots of them have that wonderful wear that only hordes of four and five year olds can create.
There was one little block with cute blue stars on it. I saved it for something else.
There were also two tubs of these small colorful plastic animals. I guess they were given out as rewards or something. You'll see some of them again, just as soon as I get something worked out in my head. You have been warned.
|That's a lot of red!|
Vintage letter tray. I love these! Don't you?
There was another one of those cross hooks, but I forgot to bring it out for the pics. Oh well. Bad blogger strikes again. Captain America guards my treasures.
Fun assortment of items.
Handmade wooden altar. The seller told me his father in law used to make them. I want to keep it so bad, but I've been keeping a lot of religious articles lately.
A bunch of 1980's school folders. Everyone I knew had that mountain scene folder back in the day. The presidents folder ends with Reagan. There were five of the Muppets folders. I got them all. Muppets rule.
This was my "fortune favors the bold" moment. The box of shutters was in a church with a sign that said "make offer." I found the dishes, put them in the box, and went to pay. They were looking at the dishes, and I offered them five bucks for the shutters. They countered with five for the whole lot. SOLD!