Everyone in the family keeps their eyes open for something different. I'm after sewing stuff and old Nancy Drew books. For a long time, Adult Daughter was after old military uniforms. Quinn is after plush heads to mount on his bedroom wall. (That started with the purple cow and apparently they're enough of a thing that we keep finding them. The collection has grown to include a singing tiger and a Christmas moose.)
And then there are the things that no one knew they wanted until we actually saw them.
The boys weren't with me when I found this shop, but they would've wanted the door. And this thing...
I'm the one who wants one of these. A smaller one that hasn't been painted an odd color and isn't six hundred dollars. (Yup, that's totally sour grapes. If I could afford it or figure out how to move it, I'd adopt this old card catalog in a heartbeat.)
Same with the toy typewriter. I love toy typewriters and sewing machines, but so far I've resisted the temptation.