Guess what I found at one of the 61 garage sales being hosted all over Fort Lupton this weekend? JARS. That's right. I was shoving a load of 25 cent books in the truck along with the boys, when a man came up behind me and said, "I don't know if you're interested, but there's a living estate sale up the street on the corner." Was I? Oh yes. At first I though it was a wash, but then I went around the corner and discovered the hidden trove. A jumbled pile of old cardboard boxes with odd jars tossed carelessly in. I figured there were maybe thirty or forty good ones, so I went and offered the lady $20 for all her quarts.
"That sounds perfect," she said, looking relieved to have gotten rid of the dusty old relics so quick and easy.
Only it wasn't so easy. She offered to help me load them and went off to get boxes. When she reappeared we started sorting all the quarts out from the rest of them....and sorting, and sorting, and loading, and sorting.
And then I found some gallon jars. And then some half gallons.
Before I knew it, my whole truck bed was full of boxes of jars, and the boys were wailing, "Enough! no more jars Mom!" from where they were wading between them back there.
Needless, to say, I don't either I or the lady had realized how many jars were there.
Final count, around 170. I think. Unless I find another box somewhere.
OOh, I also nabbed this dutch oven which will be great for camping and such-$10. Not bad.
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