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Never Assume

This is another "be careful what you thrift for" cautionary tale.

After having so much fun repairing and upcycling the Vera Bradley lot back in June I decided just for fun to bid on another, much larger lot. The pics in this post show all the bags included, which appear to be twenty-five to thirty, and the auction listing noted that they all have wear and are being sold as a craft lot.

Wishing but knowing based on past experience that I wouldn't win it, I put in a reasonable bid. Like all the very large lots I've bid on, I was expecting to lose it to someone willing to pay more.

And then? I won it -- no challengers.

This will be sixteen pounds of worn, damaged Vera Bradley bags. As you can see from the pics that's alot (I do see a pricetag on one of them, and not much wear in the pics, so I think I may find some gems, too.) Yet I bid believing firmly that I wouldn't win, so I kind of deserve to get it dropped in my lap.

It's unexpected, but I'm pretty happy anyway. I will take my own pics as soon as the lot arrives. In the meantime, because I really do have enough bags already, and these are supposedly very worn, I will wash, repair, upcycle, and then donate all of them.* This is going to be my primary fall project, I think.

*I reserve the right to keep some to gift to family and friends, of course.

All the pics in this post came from the original auction listing at ShopGoodwill.com.

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