In which we totally Antique Roadshow ourselves

I have this self-imposed rule that I will not ever begin a post with the word “So.” I don’t know what that’s about. My brain is a riddle wrapped in an enigma with a side of Wha-? But that is the sole purpose of these first four sentences.

SO, about that Think plaque from yesterday. Sometime early this year, the Lutheran church at the corner of our neighborhood hosted a multi-unit yard sale. I would say “multi-family,” except that there were only a handful of tables with stuff that looked like it actually came from someone’s house. The rest of the selection was comprised of, uh, entrepreneurs selling their random wares. One lady had stacks and stacks of shady drugstore products laid stacked up on blankets on the ground, still with the tags on. Now, I’m no business guru, but I kind of felt like pulling her aside and saying gently that I just didn’t know how many people were really going to be that interested in buying Tampax in the parking lot of Messiah Lutheran Church.

Another lady was selling felt hamburger puppets. So, there was that.

But there were a few gems to be found, despite all the feminine hygiene hustling and crafty hamburgling. We bought four perfectly-sized cereal bowls that were white with a simple blue line around the rim, and Noah bought a Hotwheels version of the Ghostbusters station wagon, and then we happened upon the Think plaque.

L and I both liked it a lot, but we (as per usual) were not into spending money, and having only paid $1 for the four bowls and $0.25 for the car, we were not eager to make any big time purchases. And at that point, big time purchases = anything more than $1.50. But the lady selling it said it was only one dollar, to which L and I both said “Sold!” and after poking around a few more piles and smiling politely at the hamburger puppet lady from a distance as we made a wide arc around her stand, we headed back home. We both agreed it looked great for a study, so we propped it up on the shelf, where it could sit and remind us sternly every time we glanced at it.

Later that day L was looking at it more closely and noticed that it said “Compliments of the International Business Machines Corporation” in fine print on the bottom, so on a whim he looked it up on Google, and found this. Turns out we’d bought a vintage IBM company motto plaque from the 30s or 40s that was worth anywhere from $50-$250. For a DOLLAR.

And that is exactly why I love yard sales. The end.


1 Emily { 11.08.10 at 11:27 am }

I’d soooo be putting that up on Ebay to make a few quick and easy bucks!

2 Anjie { 11.08.10 at 5:07 pm }

If my dad were still around, he would LOVE that!

3 Andrew { 11.08.10 at 7:16 pm }

Until I clicked on the link, I thought it was a sign that said “Think Plaque,” and I was confused why you would put that in your office instead of in your bathroom to remind you to brush your teeth…

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