Bring and buy sales, during school hours, when you're not there to hiss "NOOOO" as they offer up their ten pences for the goodliest stash of crud I've ever set eyes upon - this is Not On, Not On At All.
I now own :
A jigsaw (Holly Hobby, fgs, that's from my era)
A ceramic swan with a pointless gap betwixt its wings, optimistically described by DD as a napkin holder.
A pair of armbands
A ceramic jug with an indeterminate greyish tidemark inside.
One phallic candlestick (DD's best friend bought the other one, it's a best friends forever thing, apparently. I'm grateful though, one's bad enough)
I sent a stamper/stationery kit from Monsoon (£5 in the sale in January) and a DS game. Which were bought by a teacher
My DD once bought a hideous painting of some apples at one of these things and then said "I bought it as a present for you mummy" so I had to put it on display for a while before I could put it at the back of a cupboard. I still haven't confessed that I hated it and she's nearly 18!
I know. Last year DD2 bought a hideous leather wallet dating from the Seventies and she now uses it for her pocket money. I think my worst one was a really manky rag doll DD1 bought once. It was so filthy the I put it straight in the washing machine when we got home. I was downstairs on my own, the children were in bed and I could hear someone singing Ring a ring a roses in a menacingly freaky way - for a few minutes I thought I had stepped into a horror movie. I finally realised it was coming from the washing machine...
I have a theory that each school has it's own quota of junk. It is bought by the children, then sent back to the school for the next sale/fete/fayre. Where it is bought by a child, then sent back by the parent to the next sale/fete/fayre. To be bought by the next child etc etc.
Ever heard the phrase "what goes around comes around?"