Our laptop inexplicably died this weekend. I was feeling rather irritated over the whole fiasco until I met this beauty at the flea market today...
|Oh you rusty, crusty, chippy charmer you!|
I actually had a slightly girl off her rocker moment as I initially walked away from this gorgeous slice of heaven. I was talking to myself (out loud mind you) wondering if I should get it. Could I lift it? Would it sell well? Could I make a profit? My son informed me that I'm quite strange to get this worked up over an old stove.
And then I had the brilliant idea of how to use it in my home.
Turn around and head back to the booth. Turn around...
Then I had a panic attack wondering if my husband was going to like it because he has this crazy idea that he should have a say in what goes in the house where he resides. Preposterous! This was going to be a problem. Having handed over my money I was attached. I knew that selling this was going to be physically painful for me. I am seriously in love here and my mind is actually spinning with the ideas for how to use it.
Nail biting all the way home
plotting planning my strategy to make him see how absolutely necessary this is to my very existence!
Into the driveway I pulled where he sat watching the young Princess ride her bike. Delaying the moment of truth I unloaded everything else (you didn't imagine I only purchased this did you?!). The cool street sign, the metal AV cart which will soon be a bedside table for young Dr. Jones, the groovy baskets with buckles straps and then our young soccer star decided to tell Dad that the best item of all was waiting to come out.
AND HE LOVED IT! Right away. No persuasion or haggling necessary. He just got it. Saw the potential and knew it was destined for us.
Oh I am such a lucky girl!!