Vintage Happy

After my big garage sale excitement (and after my daughter's softball game), I ventured out to an antique mall that I had never been to before. It was wonderful and much better than the one I normally visit.

As I entered the building, I came upon the most lovely blue dresser. It literally stopped me in my tracks. I stared at it for some time...the fabulous color...the worn paint...the vintage glass handles...sigh. Then I did what any furniture lover would do, I took out my tape measure (which I always carry in my purse) and took some measurements. After that, I pulled a paint chip from my purse. The color? Sheer perfection! Sigh.

So, I walked away and spent some leisure time wandering the booths and looking at many beautiful things, all the while thinking of the blue dresser. I honestly could have bought a zillion things, but the dresser would not leave my mind.

I managed to pull myself from the place (surprisingly empty handed and not without visiting the dresser again) and I drove home.

When I got home, I was so excited and chatty, that I nearly lost my breath telling my husband of the wonders of this new-to-me antique mall. I saved the best for last and told him of the blue dresser. He waited for my incessant chatter to end, teased me a bit, and then said, "Go buy your dresser." I nearly fainted!

It was too late to go back and get it just then, so I had to wait until he could take me on Sunday. Well, of course, Sunday came and it was pouring rain off and on. Darn! My dresser would have to wait.

Monday morning arrived and my husband told me to describe where the dresser was located in the store and that he would go get it while I was at work. (Luckily, he had a few days off from work.) Then came the time when I had to fess up to him. I told him to check it out, make sure the drawers opened, and the thing wasn't falling apart because in my ga-ga state, I clearly did not take in those kind of details!

Mid-morning I get a text from my husband saying he tried asking for a better price, but they will only do that when a piece has been hanging around for a time and this piece was fairly new. I immediately thought, oh no, he's not going to buy it, he thinks it's too much money for junk.
He then texted asking me if I still wanted it. However, I did not see this message until about 10 minutes after he sent it. I replied back, "What do you think?"

His reply?

"I liked it, I bought it!" Yippee! I couldn't believe it! He liked it? I mean I know my husband loves furniture as much as I do, but a chippy old blue dresser is not exactly his idea of furniture.

When I came home from work, I entered the dining room to see this:


Oh sweet blue dresser, how I adore you!

I swear I just keep staring at her. Something about this thing puts me in a dream-like trance. Here she is, in full view, in the sitting area of my dining room.


Ahhhh perfect!

Edited to add: I didn't realize this at the time I posted it, but why not link this over at Debbiedoo's Garage Salen Party?


Thanks Debbie for hosting this party and for being a wonderful hostess to boot!