So many times you are disappointed. Auction items go too high to make a profit. The thrift store shelves are bare. The yard sales are filled with nothing but junk.
But you keep on because that is what you do.
And then one day you walk into the thrift store and once again the shelves are bare, but
there it sits, alone on a shelf, as if to say I am here waiting. It is almost like there is a bright light shining on it, because it knows its value and so do you. Fortunately no one else knew so it was left sitting alone.
You quickly pick it up and place it in your cart, and right after you do a woman sees it and says "oh wow, what a great find. Can I have it? ". Ummm, No.
That wonderful Catherineholm bowl is going home with me.
And it did and it is now in my shop. Because sometimes after all of those fruitless hours, you find that one special thing.