Found a 1960s Pyrex bowl for $3 at a church rummage sale and it's worth almost $200

I was digging through a box of random kitchen stuff at a church sale in Elmwood last Saturday and spotted this bright orange butterfly pattern bowl under some old plastic lids. Paid $3 for it and looked it up on Ebay that night - it's a 1960s Pyrex Butterprint that goes for around $180-200 mint. The thrill of finding something like that in a dusty bin is addicting. Has anyone else stumbled onto something way more valuable than the price tag suggested?

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victor_jones9910d ago

Nice score, but be careful with that thrill. It's a slippery slope between "cool find at a garage sale" and "I now have 300 beer steins from the 80s cluttering my basement because I thought they'd be worth something." My neighbor found a first edition Harry Potter at a library book sale for a quarter and now she acts like every tattered paperback is secretly worth a mortgage payment. The Pyrex collectors are a whole different breed though. They'll fight you over a casserole dish like it's the last life raft on the Titanic. Enjoy the $200, that one lucky find pays for a lot of gas money driving to more rummage sales chasing that same high.

the_brian10d ago

Tbh it's the same pattern I see everywhere now, people get one lucky break and suddenly everything's a hidden treasure. My cousin found some rare vinyl at a thrift store and now he's got crates of scratched records in his garage that sound like white noise, convinced he's sitting on a goldmine. The whole flipping culture has turned every dusty attic find into a lottery ticket in people's heads. It's like we all got brainwashed by those pawn shop shows where everyone thinks their junk is worth a fortune.

rubys8010d ago

And yeah, that's the trap - once you get that first hit it's real easy to start seeing dollar signs everywhere you look. Best thing I ever did was set a hard rule for myself: if I buy it to flip, it goes straight on ebay that same week, no exceptions. Keeps you from becoming one of those people with a garage full of "potential" that's really just expensive clutter.