She was just sitting there under a bush, getting rained on and looking pathetic. I had to bring her home.
Actually, I had walked past her twice and wouldn't have even seen her if Alex hadn't said something. Then my thought process was something like this --
...nope, not a featherweight....look at that filligreee....three dollars?!....
and the decision was made.
The ladies running the estate sale wanted to be sure I knew it didn't work, but for three bucks I didn't expect her to. I'm not sure if I'm going to try to figure out how to get her running, or just let her spend her retirement in my sewing room, or what. For now I'm just happy I brought her home.