It's 9AM
Here’s the deal.
I was walking through a neighborhood when I spied a plastic bin in the bushes on the side of the road.
It was full of ceramic “things.”
I couldn’t make out much detail, so I checked the leaves for snakes and pushed in for a closer look.
Salt and pepper shakers.
I picked up the bin and tilted it to one side so a collection of rainwater leaked out and carried it with me.
I set the bin on the ground when I got out of the bushes.
Here’s what it looked like.
A duck. A Mickey chef. A foot that said Yellowstone.
And a date on one.
1986.
Vintage salt and pepper shakers.
Anything pre-1990 is vintage now, according to ebay, etsy and some other AI experts.
Which by all accounts makes me vintage too.
I like to think well worn.
Sometimes well ridden and put up wet, but that adds to the wear and tear, I think.
It’s not the distance, she said once, it’s the miles.
All the ways I earned my salt and pepper gray and now the universe presents me with a trash to treasure option while I was on a walk contemplating the way to spend more of those miles in the future.
I’ve talked before about how you can make some extra cash.
Go through your house and sell it off piece by piece.
Now.
Before someone comes into your apartment after you’ve died and boxes up your salt and pepper collection and puts it out in the trash by the road.
Which is my plan.
Part of one, anyway.
The goal was/is to sell enough books and pay for things.
A second goal is to sell all the things to pay for different things.
Probably more books.
I took a video of the collection once I unboxed it and set it out on the table.
Pairs of geese. Pairs of feet. An S&P outhouse, mini-razorback mugs.
Disney, Texas and Hallmark all make appearances in this trash to treasure flip find.
And all clean up kinda well.
Which is how I spent a few hours.
I’ll spend a few more posting on a sales site, like ebay or etsy, after I do a little bit of research on the collectable side of things.
Because no matter what it is in the world, there’s someone out there who is collecting it.
Buying more of it to put on a shelf or even to resell at a higher price.
They probably know what they’re doing.
I don’t.
I just got lucky while putting some more miles on my feet to stave off more salt and pepper in what’s left of my hair.
What about you?
What do you collect?
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