Friday we stopped at an antique mall in the town of Thorp, Washington. The first floor was all fresh local fruits and jams, jellies, candy, etc. (Learned about Opal apples.) The second and third floors were full of . . . stuff. Old stuff. With the number "3" on my mind, I zeroed in on this old scale, took a shot with my cellphone, job done.
Bought a packet of 10 old metal buttons, each one different. Why? I'm sure I'll find SOMEthing to do with them!