My husband hates them, but I love them. Sure, there’s usually more junk than usable items at them, but you never know what you are going to find. They are an unavoidable sign of summer. They are treasure hunts in disguise. And every year, I do my fair share of random (and possibly dangerous) breaking for their signs. Without fail, my husband rolls his eyes and grumbles about all the “worthless junk” there is. That is, if I’m lucky enough to be driving or am able to coax him to pull over. Last year was a lucky horseshoe, a basket for my mittens, a nice jar, and a wooden bowl that, after being painstakingly refinished, is beautiful.
Already this year I’ve found two wooden folding chairs at just the right height to put at our kitchen table when we have company over (no longer will we have to pull out the computer chair and outdoor furniture), and a couple really beautiful glass jars.
Aren’t they just terrific? Call me a product of the 21st century, but I’ve never seen jars like these with glass tops! I thought they were too neat with their specially designed closing system. Although I don’t have a use for them yet, I figured they might work well for different gift ideas I’ve been playing with. We’ll see yet.