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all this for $7.83!!

After school on Friday Jack and I went to 22nd Street Thrift Store for our weekly (sometimes twice weekly) fix. I had the 50% off coupon from the Tucson Shopper (and I have another, good 'til Wednesday!) so without it we would have paid twice as much for what we got, which still would have been a good deal. But $7.83 for this small load of goodies...neighbor, that's a ganga.

First find: a goodie bag of Playmobil bits and pieces, including one genuine Playmobil horse and three knock-offs (rather interesting in their stylized appearance), five guys, a few bushes, and a handful of accoutrement, including two sets of keys. Jack was practically in orbit.



Bought a strange set of 4 flat, die-cut rubber shark caricatures, each about 12 inches across, for Evan. Have no idea what they're for, but I feed Evan's shark frenzy whenever I can.

I found a beautiful pair of black Kenneth Cole boots for $29.99, which would have been about $15.00 with my coupon. But the right one was too narrow for my bunion and I couldn't even try on the left because of my sprained ankle. I reluctantly put them back on the shelf. Oh, they were sweet.

Five children's books, which I buy for myself as well as Jack, including a nice hardcover of Kevin Henkes' Lilly's Purple Plastic Purse, a nice hardcover of Lois Lenski's Cowboy Small, a Scooby Doo, a Richard Scarry, and a Lego Knight's Kingdom. I'm taking one class at the U of A---Children's Literature in the Classroom---and because of that I'm buying more kids' books than usual. Especially when I can pick up a $16.00 hardcover for 99 cents.

I love thrifting.

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