Treasure hunting in the suburbs

Hit three yard sales on my morning run route and came back with what I’m calling ‘curated vintage finds’ but what Jake will probably call ‘more stuff for our already full apartment.’

Treasure hunting in the suburbs

The ceramic bowl passed my crack-inspection test and the books include a 1980s cookbook that has some seriously questionable Jell-O recipes that I absolutely need to try.

There’s something weirdly satisfying about digging through other people’s castoffs and finding something perfect for your own space.

Quality control on the ceramic bowl find

Plus the lady at the third sale threw in the cheese grater for free because I bought her daughter’s old nursing textbooks. Community karma at work.

Jake’s already eyeing my finds with that look that says we need to have another conversation about storage solutions. But honestly? These three books cost less than one coffee at The Grind, and I’m pretty sure that ceramic bowl is going to be perfect for my heritage cooking experiments.