Here are some things I have op-shopped recently:
This owl trivet, 70s enamel. I quite like owls. My mother used to call me ‘Brown Owl’ when I was a kid, because I have brown eyes and (apparently) used to go very tanned in the summer. (Well, it was the 70s. We used to slather coconut oil on ourselves then for extra roasting!) Anyway, I thought he was very sweet.
Why did I buy these? Good question! There were 20 cents each and I thought they were sweet.
What am I going to do with them now? No idea. Such is the nature of the impulsive op shop purchase!
And finally, this tui triptych. I like them a lot, but I imagine they were at the op shop because the artist who did them wasn’t happy with their efforts. Thank you, anonymous artist, I very much like what you made.
They had ‘$1’ written on the back of each one and when I took them to the counter, the old lady said gravely:
‘Now that means $1 EACH, not $1 for the three.’
‘That’s fine,’ I said ‘I still want them.’
I love the old ladies who volunteer at op-shops. (I especially love them even more now that most of them have worked out how to use the eft-pos machines…)