My picnic tin collection got started at a yard sale. A young man barely out of his teens was selling the contents of his grandparents' house. It was late on the second day of the sale, and there wasn't much good stuff left. But I spotted the red tartan plaid tin and asked him what he wanted for it.
He looked a little puzzled. "Well, I was actually trying to sell the stuff in it, but you can have it for $2."
I handed him two wrinkled dollar bills from the pocket of my shorts and gave him back the fishing twine, hardware, and reading glasses tangled up in the bottom of the box.
Since then, I've bought some baskets as well as several more tins.
But I never got another deal that good. Yesterday when I was in an antique store with a friend, I saw the same one for $48, and the color was faded out.