In the basement of an Estate Sale in Elmhurst, I came across this vintage lighted menorah amongst the pile of old Christmas and Halloween stuff. I picked it up, took this photo, then set it down. I didn't buy it, so I'm filing this under [ One that got away ], but now that I've gotten around to posting this, I'm kind of regretful for passing on it. Those of you who know what has happened/been discovered in my Mom's family over the past year probably have a little smile on your face. I can only imagine whipping it out at the holidays this year to uproarious laughter. Thus, part of me is regretful and part of me is remembering my collecting treasures mantra . Say it with me: It is enough to enjoy the existence of things without possessing all of them.