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Tuesday Time to Tackle: Thrift Store Shopping

If you have a free afternoon for shopping, where do you like to go?  While I do enjoy perusing craft/fabric stores and garden nurseries, most often if I want to shop, I head to a thrift or antique store.  I never know what I will find, but I know I might score a bargain.

Last week, I found quite the deal.  


This looked like something my granddaughter would enjoy, and something my daughter would appreciate.  It definitely needed a good cleaning, and it was missing batteries, but with a price tag of $1.99, I thought it was worth it.  Oh, and did I mention it was 30% off the listed price?  Happy dance time!

After the seat cover went through the wash, everything else got cleaned up with disinfectant wipes, and batteries were installed, I ended up with a wonderful gift for my granddaughter.  It plays music, and the seat gently vibrates.  When the purple or green butterflies are pulled, the bluebird spins around.  I think it's pretty cool; I hope she likes it, too!

Have you found any good bargains lately?  

Thanks for music, cheerful colors, and a granddaughter.


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  1. You scored a great find.

    I enjoy shopping and browsing thrift shops, too. Most of all, I enjoy the "hunt" and the challenge.

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  2. WOW!!! That was a STEAL! It looks fabulous and I am sure baby will love it. I ALWAYS head to the thrift stores or antiques stores first!

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