Yesterday while out at the yard sales, I kept thinking about starting a new blog called The Free Box just so I can have a place to share all the odd, creepy and sometimes gross things waiting in the Free Box.
You know, that box of stuff that the seller's standards have deemed 'unsellable' for whatever reason so they're giving it away. Often times, it's things that are in a transition phase I like to call Pre-Trash.
And it seems Free is rarely synonymous with Clean.
Out here in the country, there's an occasional live mouse too. Oh, how the other yard sale shoppers laughed and laughed when this former city girl yelped and shot several feet off the ground the first time that happened.
But I always look in the Free Box. With just my eyes now.
And I'm happy (and a little amazed) to report that everything you see came from a Free Box.
Hope you're having a wonderful weekend so far.