Even on half price day, I'm not buying your old slips and bras! I've got limits.
I didn't buy this totally rad midcentury hanging lamp because it was SOLD. Curses.
I didn't buy this vintage baby book because I already have plenty of vintage baby books and no babies to speak of. But it bums me out every time I see discarded memorabilia of this caliber. Seriously—no one in the family wanted this baby book with all the great ephemera (receipts for flowers sent to hospital, etc)? Tsk. Heartless savages.