My garage sale day wasn’t going well. I drove and drove and saw very few signs. When I stopped, every sale seemed to be the same: a small collection of junk. It hardly seemed worth my time or gas to be out driving. I was discouraged and ready to go home. But I saw one more sign and I decided I might as well stop. My view from the street wasn’t promising ~ I had seen too much of this today ~ a few scattered tables dribbled with a few trinkets. But once up the driveway I found this beauty. A Scandinavian handpainted tole tray. For one dollar. One dollar!
My in-laws have had a similar tray hanging in their dining room for many years. I love the folk designs on theirs; now I have my own.