old ladies being stingy (by Laura)

Readers, I feel I must explain my title. No, I am not mean-spirited or youth-elitist. I don't belong to some secret society that ascribes to weird notions such as mandatory suicide after a certain age. For some reason, at two different yard sales today in this tiny town I temporarily call home, we encountered proprieteresses of the extremely cheap kind. And for some reason, these frail, aged ladies were eager to glean every drop of coin out of their weary salers. I found an old twin sheet at one and asked the owner what she wanted. She replied "a dollar". $1? For a well-used sheet?
Anyway, here are some excellent clothes my mom found at an upscale sale in the Ogles neighborhood (the most confusing, circuitous neighborhood ever). It was run by a husband and wife team, who were no-nonsense. I offered $6 for a large amount of brand name clothes and books and the husband said, "We'll take it." He was in a moving-merchandise kind of mood.



Here we have an excellently retro clock found at the previously expounded-upon stingy old lady sale. They wanted $3; I talked them down to $2.



Also at the old peoples' sale I purchased this retractable clothesline now proudly sinking under the extreme weight of one cotton dress (purchased at the upscale Ogles sale). I was very excited about this purchase, as I have had my eye on one on Amazon, but of course it it way too pricey for me at 10 dollars plus shipping. I don't think I thought clearly about the holding-up factor of wet clothes.

Here is a sideways picture of a Where's Waldo puzzle, which I thought for sure would be the find of the day for my boys. Shows how much I know. No one touched it till hours after I brought it home.

(And if you are an old lady reading this, I love you. I really, really do.)