That Time I Refused To Enter The Antique Store
The antique store was creepy the first time we entered. The second time I made my husband go in alone. As I sat in the truck — parked in the adjacent alley with hazard lights flashing — I considered it may have been wiser to go with him. I was alone in an old farm truck in a deserted alley, watching what very well could have been a drug deal going on between some sketchy characters at the other end of the street. I took comfort from the pipe wrench on the floor, hammer on the dash, ratchet straps on the seat, and box of shotgun shells in the glove box.
It all began a weekend before Christmas when out of the blue he said, “Want to go check out some antique stores?” I snapped to attention so fast I may have caused whiplash. We enjoyed an afternoon in each other’s company and found a few treasures for folks on our gift list. Then I saw it — dusty and dirty and loaded down with all sorts of flea market junk. It was the plate rack for which I’d been searching (and begging him to build), for a couple of years. A rack that would hold my ironstone platters. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do — tall and wide, with old, greenish paint. Now here we were, one week later, retrieving the buried treasure from the creepy antique store.
While I was outside imagining all sorts of illegal proceedings, he was inside negotiating a deal. For $40 cash and carry with the help of some seedy characters, the plate rack was loaded into the truck and we headed for home.
To make a long story short, I planned to paint the hutch but in the end, decided to leave it as is. Instead, I used a jigsaw to cut out the bottom shelf. My old tool chest (currently loaded with markers, crayons, scissors and various 4-H project books) fits perfectly within the hutch. A few platters, pitchers and plates later, the rescued plate rack is well on its way to being a lovely spot in the kitchen. I still have some accessorizing to do, but there’s something to cross off my household
bucket wish list.
And I guess the point of this story is that it’s nice when random things combine to make a perfect pair! Also: never judge a book (or antique store) by its cover. You never know what may be hiding inside! Just don’t forget to take a pipe wrench or … someone with you.
Now … to clean up the remains of a very blessed holiday season. Oh, and it’s finally snowing! We have ALMOST an inch on the ground. It’s a little underwhelming to be sure, but this winter we’ll take what we can get. And I admit, it’s nice to cozy up in the house with kids, and faithful four-legged creatures surrounded by the glow of Christmas past.
Happy new year to you! What projects do you have in the works?
I am a writer, blogger, wife and homeschooling mother of three. I love wide open spaces, cooking, gardening, decorating, travel, vintage treasures, sunshine on my shoulders, and bare feet.