I visited a particular flea market over the course 3 years, every time eyeing this child's old tin washing machine. When the booth owner decided to call it quits and sell everything at a drastic discount, I snatched it up. After all, if it hadn't sold in 3 years and was staring me in the face now at half the price, then it was meant for me.
1 comment:
That is just darling. What a score!
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