When I first saw this buffet from a distance at a garage sale I figured it would be more than I wanted to spend.
Ignoring the pounding of my excited heart, I slowly meandered towards it.
I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when I saw a yellow tape that said Antique Firewood - 1.00. I thought for sure it meant $100, so I quietly asked what the price said. $1.00 he said.
....don't show how excited you are Lisa!!!
Acting rather nonchalant I started opening doors and pushing down on it to see if it was solid, and by golly it was! All it needs is a little love and a spot that's already waiting for it in my front entry.
The gentlemen that was having the sale figured he'd chop it up and burn it if it didn't sell.
(Music screeches to a halt on record player sound effect)
Needless to say, it was mine, among several other pieces he had there.
On my second trip back to his house with my husband in tow and the truck, I braved the question, "So where did you get all of this stuff?"
"Oh here and there, my Dad was a collector of things and I'm a recovered collector."
My husband jumped on that one, "yeah, she doesn't have a problem with collecting either." (rather smirkishly)
"I don't have a p.r.o.b.l.e.m. with collecting!" (me quite defensively)
"Yes, well I suppose you could stop whenever you wanted to, couldn't you?" (Recovered collector man)
Hmmm, I'm still pondering that one. Could I? Nah...there's always tomorrow, or better yet, next year.
Here she is, in all her glory. I'm going to refinish it instead of painting it. Good thing I didn't stop collecting a few weeks ago or this baby would've been fire starter.
Collect on!!! Lisa ;-)