a vintage haul

I lucked out the other day, stumbled upon a treasure trove of vintage ornaments at a nearby thrift store. As I unwound one clump of newspaper (dated 1999) and then another, the owner offered to sell me the entire dusty bin for $15. Sold, I said, handing over three Abe Lincolns and picked my way carefully home. I netted more than sixty of these babies, some are already en route to excited family members, and I feel so lucky.