She thought it was a gaudy plastic ring; I knew it to be vintage Coventry.
He said the whole table was half price; I had no problem paying two bucks for the vintage iron.
All their games were marked a dollar but they weren’t even worn; adopting 1940 Parker Brothers to a new home worked for me.
The dealer said a lot of her friends had given her things to sell; so I bought the miniature coke case and bottles to flip a buck.
Too cute to pass up a reindeer head bell even at the start of summer; fifty cents will help create my Christmas in July booth.
She offered to throw it in at fifty cents more; who was I to turn down an angel and her wings?
Henry was a character in my books as a child; he was now vintage bisque more than worth his two dollar value.
I was looking for peeps in her basket of goodies but enjoyed the metal jacks instead.
I thought it was plastic army men but they were medieval knights – for joust fifty cents.
She knew it was Longaberger but it was still a good deal, so I put the remaining two bucks into my one basket.