A house down the street from my mom and dad’s (that will always be known as the Harpring’s house even though they haven’t lived there for years), had a garage sale this weekend. An amazing garage sale. It was all I ever wanted in a garage sale and so much more. And it made me so glad to be driving our minivan (didn’t think you’d ever hear me utter that sentence, huh?).
I’m slowly and surely redoing our kitchen and have been on the hunt for old chairs for a couple of months. I want them to be mismatched and vintage-y, with plans to paint them all the same color (some shade of green) for some cohesion. And I found the mother load at this sale.
Even Monkey was impressed with my purchase!
Besides the awesome chairs (that just need some love to be back to their original glory), I got a vintage bird cage (that I have some ideas about, but no specifics yet), a large glass jar, an old delivery box for a brewing company, a white crate, an old desk drawer (it’s propped up between the green and pink chairs–again, something I have an idea for, but not specifics), an old sugar tin, and two kitchen utensils (that I’m going to hang on the wall in the kitchen).
Some people, like my dad who was with me, would look at this and think “junk.” I look at it and think “what a haul!”. The best part? All of it for $31. Thirty-one dollars. Unbelievable.
That was, of course, after a little bartering.
I’ve already put the sugar tin in the kitchen, but the rest of the finds are sitting in the basement awaiting my love and inspiration.
The grater and strainer are going to be hung on the wall. Those were twenty five cents each. Magical.
And that white crate is going to be used in our front yard’s landscaping. I also scored two early-1900’s tin buckets from our neighbor’s garage sale this weekend (free because, as Charlie informed me, our money wasn’t good there) that will be used in the yard. It’s going to look lovely when I find time to put it all together.
When I got home and Chris was helping me unload everything, he liked all of it (I’m lucky to have a husband who appreciates old things like I do), except the bird cage. He doesn’t share my vision for that baby. But, mark my words, when I figure out exactly what to do with it, it will be awesome.