Ben loves to go to garage sales. I don't, but I take him some Saturday mornings with the sole purpose of being his driver and scout, helping him get to and comb through piles of random things.
I can't say it doesn't occasionally pay off...I have gotten boxes of files and hammers for next to nothing a couple of times. Last weekend I found several glass decanters covered in dust and bought three of them. While they soaked in the sink I went to the workbench and made bottle tags for each of them in copper.
I honestly don't really drink much of anything that needs a tag. Wine goes bad, so that wouldn't work. I picked three types for the tags, then went out and bought alcohol I'll probably never drink to match the labels.
There is something I adore about the elegant, symmetrical glass patterns with rustic copper tags hanging on them. It's good that I like them, because I think they may sit on the side table in the dining room full to these exact levels forever.
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