If you’ve been reading this blog for any amount of time…you have figured out that I am all about junkin’ for a bargain.  That means…going out and looking for great cast offs that “fluff the nest.”  Not everyone loves this style…and I respect that.  It is however…me.  I love to take a “well-loved” something home and incorporate it into our everyday lives.  I think that there is something to be said about finding worth in the cast offs.  After all…I was one and Someone found worth in me.

So…last Friday I was out junkin’ with the moms.  (Mine and his.)  We went to this yard sale and we were fixing to leave and this guy pulls up with a pick-up load of wonderful junk.  My mom spotted this little chest of drawers.  (When I was a little girl…I thought that it was “chesterdrawers”… all one word. My apologies to you Chesters out there.) Well…it was pretty chilly out and no one wanted to get back out and ask him how much he wanted.  When we finally did….I think that he said fifteen dollars.  We then, drove on to our next sale.

Do you ever drive away and think “Why didn’t I buy that?”  Well…I kept saying that and the moms kept telling me to turn around.  I didn’t and we kept junkin’.  Why oh why did I leave that little farmhousey chest behind?

One the way back to drop my mom off, I drove by the sale again.  It was still there.  They had the little chest out trying to clean it up.  (btw:  Did you know that a little ammonia and water is great for cleaning up old painted furniture?  Especially if it’s a little mildewy from storage.)  So…I stopped…jumped out and asked the lady, doing the cleaning, how much she wanted for it.  After much thought…she said ten dollars.  (On the inside…I’m flipping out…and the wheels are turning.)  I told her that I would take it and I called the Mr. about transporting it home after work.  It wouldn’t fit in my Expedition.  (Although, my mom stuffed a ginormous wreath in there.)

FYI: Did you know that if a long strand of steel wool is hung in a keyhole on a chest…and you just grab it without thinking that it will slice right through your index finger like the slimmest of razor blades?  It will.  Been there…bled that. All better.

I almost forgot to tell you that I put up with much heckling from the moms when I got back in the truck.  They had been talking about me while I was out there wheeling and dealing.  They both already knew that my wheels were turning and I was dreaming about the little chippy chest living with us.  Am I THAT transparent?  I believe so. 🙂

Have a wonderful middle of the week, Dirt Roaders.  I hope that you enjoyed the junkin’ trip with us.  Oh…one more thing.  The added bonus that came with the chest?  It had been an olive green in a former life.  How wonderful is that?  Olive underneath and chippy white on top.  This is where the rub (steel wool) came in. Yes…you may roll your eyes.