Anyway. I'm lucky. I'm sticking by that.
Yesterday on my way home from the store, I drove by the corner house down the street from me and saw three guys with a trailer, and lots of wooden pieces (not complete pieces as I usually use that term, but actual little bits and pieces) sticking out. Since I'm really good at being creepy, I stopped, and struck up a brief conversation. I really was curious about the house- it has looked totally empty ever since we moved in. The guy had just bought it, it had been empty over five years, and he was cleaning it out.
I was able to get in that I love taking old chairs, tables, dressers, small children, etc. Okay, maybe not small children, but I felt like I should be telling him I basically take anything. He told me he had found two pieces that were worth fixing (not dry rotted) that he was planning to keep, but really had more projects than he needed anyway. He ran inside and came back with a captains chair from a dining table. It was completely gray, but after some Clorox wipes, and Old English, it's back to it's self. And that leather seat is in perfect, beautifully aged, condition.
He also gave me an old drop leaf table, and I pulled three drawers from an old treadle sewing machine cabinet out of his trailer. The table needs a lot of cleaning, and some work, but it will be a cute a cute little farm table when I'm done.
This morning, the guy called back (because I was good enough to give him a card). He had found another chair. He told me it needed an arm repaired and reupholstering, but that I was welcome to come check it out. I did. I took it. It has really nice lines, but it is really REALLY nasty. Like- has mold growing on it nasty.
(Hello, mold. Yuck. Also- you can see the table in the background!)
I assume that I'll have to throw everything but the frame in the garbage. No one wants an old moldy chair, even if it's been dressed back up in new clothes. BUT- when she is all dolled up again, what a knockout she's going to be! I just love that because I stopped and was a little creepy (again) and forward (again), that I saved a great old piece from being crushed and filling up a landfill.
Anyway, there she, and the table, sit on my front porch until hubs is home and not on call to help me maneuver them into the garage (because Lord knows what's hiding in that cushion, and it is NOT coming in my house until it's totally stripped down!). My neighbors love me, you know?
Did I mention the best part to this whole find? Not only did the guy take my card, keep it, and use it...but he gave me all this great stuff for the absolute best price- free...not that I would have given much for any of it in the condition all the pieces were in in the first place, but it's always nice for someone to just offer something to you. It's also great that he has my contact info, so if he gets into another house that has some goodies in it, he knows who to call.
Moral of the story. Sometimes it feels weird, and creepy, to go up to a complete stranger and ask if they have anything you want on a whim, but it can be totally worth it. If you do this though, just be careful, and don't go into any houses alone, etc. Common sense, girls!
Now, what should I cover and paint my new little chair in? Ideas?
(More soon-- promise you'll have the ornament tutorial this week so you can make some fab ornaments BEFORE Christmas!)