And the Junk Gods looked down and said Let There be PYREX!

On Saturday morning, I set out bright and early with my yardsale list all mapped out and my cash in hand. 90 minutes and 10 sales later, I came home deflated and disappointed.

The only thing I found worth considering was an old metal watering can, but the seller was firm on his price of $10!-75% of the cash I had, so I told him "No thank you" and headed to my car. He called out to me that several people were interested in it. Seriously? I turned back to him as I climbed into my car and said that perhaps if he wasn't charging so much for it, one of us interested people might have actually purchased it.

Now normally I wouldn't have been so abrupt, but it was a long hot morning and he had it coming. Standing there all smug with his pile of broken things that he wanted an arm and a leg for.

But I digress-

A few minutes after returning home, I realized I was out of 1/2 and 1/2 for the coffee, so I headed back out to the store. I decided to swing by this little junk shop down the road, which is almost never open. Well the junk gods were smiling down on me this day as they were wide open and I walked right in to find Pyrex to my left, Pyrex to my right and Pyrex dead ahead of me!

I played it cool and wandered past it, heading towards the glassware. I wasn't worried about anyone else spotting what I spotted- I was the only person there. I casually picked up a glass and then walked over to a pile of filthy plates, grabbing a small Pyrex bowl as I moved and then sifted through the miscellaneous dishes.

Then I wandered into the lean-to out back and the shed behind that. Nothing too interesting, so I headed back through the winding path of dusty dirty things and towards the exit to find the shop keeper.

As she grabbed a pad and pen (they're real technical with pricing and payments here) I slyly scooped up two more Pyrex pieces -WITH LIDS- and stacked them on the table. "Can you tally me up?" I asked. "I've only got a few dollars on me and don't want to overspend."

"We take checks," she said.

"Oh, I don't believe in checks," I lied back, smiling.

She glanced at the dirty mess I'd stacked up in front of her and says "$10". Inside I'm doing cartwheels, outside I'm cool as a cucumber. *Swoon* 3 lovely Pyrex pieces and a funky 50's glass tumbler for the price of one rusted, dented and rotted watering can.

"I think I just have enough" I replied. We made our exchange, I kept it together long enough to chat with her about my Blue Heaven dishes. Then, as soon as we said our goodbyes, I ran/walked back to the car, anxious to get my beautiful new goodies home.

Here they are in all their disgusting glory. I tell you, they were gross.

The tumbler came complete with a stuck-to-the-inside bug carcass. Yummy.

Grease galore on the tiny Butterprint bowl.

Actual dirt inside the Snowflake Garland casseroles. What- were these buried in someone's yard and just recently unearthed? Ew!


But of course I saw past all that. I know the beauty that likes beneath that grime!

Look at how they glisten now! I feel like the cat that ate the canary!






Next weekend I'm going to see if I can catch them while they're open and I'm going to check to see if the nesting bowls I spotted last week are still there... I didn't want to seem over zealous!

Linking up to Vintage Thingies Thursday with Suzanne, the Coloradolady.