You know that moment when it dawns on you just how perfect that thing is that you decided not to buy even though you knew it was really good and you should? I mean it was really perfect, but you passed it up because you just couldn't put your finger on why it was perfect so you left it in the store? I mean that sort of one-of-a-kind-thing in the thrift store that you know is now gone, long gone because someone else got it? Ugh. It was a rustic medium sized drum shaped faded yellow I've-never-seen-another-like-it woven basket, for $30. Thirty Dollars. I collect interesting, functional baskets. And I passed it up. Oh DARN!
That was the weekend before last, and this past weekend as I was organizing the pantry-laundry shelving that my Hero had just installed, and deciding how to use some of my growing collection of vintage containers, I finally knew where that basket would be perfect. Right there on the shelf. Darn.
But the story doesn't end there.
When I told my Hero how I regretted not bringing that yellow basket home, his immediate response was, "Okay, let's go back and get it." Do you see why he's my Hero? Now, putting this into perspective, it was Sunday afternoon and going to get that basket, which I was fairly certain was no longer for sale, meant an almost hour long drive down I-95 in crazy weekend traffic through downtown Baltimore to the warehouse district. And he was absolutely willing to take me. Hero.
Allowing sanity to prevail, and feeling certain that my perfect basket was now residing in another lucky, and smarter, person's home, I offered an alternative. We live within minutes of a sweet little waterfront town named Havre de Grace that is home to several of our favorite antique shops.
But the story doesn't end there.
When I told my Hero how I regretted not bringing that yellow basket home, his immediate response was, "Okay, let's go back and get it." Do you see why he's my Hero? Now, putting this into perspective, it was Sunday afternoon and going to get that basket, which I was fairly certain was no longer for sale, meant an almost hour long drive down I-95 in crazy weekend traffic through downtown Baltimore to the warehouse district. And he was absolutely willing to take me. Hero.
Allowing sanity to prevail, and feeling certain that my perfect basket was now residing in another lucky, and smarter, person's home, I offered an alternative. We live within minutes of a sweet little waterfront town named Havre de Grace that is home to several of our favorite antique shops.
In the back corner of one shop, buried under several pieces of kitchenware, we found this clam basket. We had been looking for one at a good price, and here it was. Happiness.
Another stop was an old fishing cannery turned antique mecca. A bit of prowling through the two floors offered up four vintage glass insulators. We have a rather cool project in mind to use them for down the road.
Plus an old white column that I don’t have a photo of because it is now in the spidery garage, but we had seen it the last time we were at the shop and it still intrigued us. There is real craftsmanship in how it was made and though we still don't quite know what to do with it, this time we listened to our hearts and brought it home with us.
Plus an old white column that I don’t have a photo of because it is now in the spidery garage, but we had seen it the last time we were at the shop and it still intrigued us. There is real craftsmanship in how it was made and though we still don't quite know what to do with it, this time we listened to our hearts and brought it home with us.
And my favorite find, even better than the yellow basket, is this. Do you know what it is? I swear, it was sooooo hard not to do a happy-dance right there in the store when I found it. And now this little chicken feeder is all mine. Now, admittedly, my Hero did think I was a bit crazy being so excited about a rusty little old metal trough...
Until I showed him what a lovely table centerpiece it makes.
Okay, I have to be honest here. This was not my idea. I saw it at one of the shops at Old Lucketts Store and fell in love. And now I have one too. Joy.
Anyway, that's how my Hero turned my "oh darn" moment into a very special Sunday afternoon. Oh, and he even took me out to dinner by the water before heading home. Bliss.
Hugs to all,
Cindy
Okay, I have to be honest here. This was not my idea. I saw it at one of the shops at Old Lucketts Store and fell in love. And now I have one too. Joy.
Anyway, that's how my Hero turned my "oh darn" moment into a very special Sunday afternoon. Oh, and he even took me out to dinner by the water before heading home. Bliss.
Hugs to all,
Cindy
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