Thrift Karma.

Yesterday while perusing the op shops, as I do most days (hmm.. not always a good thing!), I saw two tins sitting on the counter. I thought (also as usual..) ' Hmm, those are pretty cool! Hmm NO Rhiannon you do NOT need tins! But they are quite old.. no, they have writing on them.. but the writing adds to the character...' and so fourth. While I was having my internal debate I happened to lift the lids of the tins..

Buttons! I had a little but of a poke through them, tried to keep a straight face and I didn't let the squeal pop out of my mouth despite how hard it was to keep in! I calmly and casually asked them if they were for sale as a single lot, and how much they might want for them. FIVE dollars. Ah, I offered them ten and almost ran to the money machine (this op shop is old skool, no EFTPOS here.) in case they changed their mind while I was gone. And then I bundled my my buttons and my baby into the car and sped home to start sortin'!

A button lovers dream.
Granted, there were a lot that were very old plastic and had cracked or half disintegrated, a few that had marks or paint on them etc, but all in all? These buttons are amazing. So many of them had pairs, or even large groups (I never seem to get that when I buy jars or lots of buttons!) and the majority of them were either really large or really interesting, not just boring old shirt buttons (which I always seem to get!).
I also found a gorgeous 70's dress, a belt, a woollen jumper to cut up and a hilarious old oven mitt to use as a puppet for Otto. What had I done to deserve this?
Then I remembered.. we just cleaned out the shed! And took 10 banana boxes of stuff to the Sallies! The thrift Gods really do work on a Karma type system. Hallelujah!