I stopped going to garage sales because the treasure-to-trash ratio is too low for me. But this lamp, picked up by garage sale diehard Mister Jalopy for two clams, makes me think I ought to reconsider.
The garage sale purveyor said that it was some sort of obscure director's award. Maybe a cinematographer's award. The garage sale matron really had no idea and was just making stuff up. She believed her own bullshit, as they often do. I blame the early rising, lack of coffee and excessive sun exposure. Since I garage sale every week, I don't lose my shit when I have a garage sale. I am carved of wood. Practically an Olympian of garage sales.
