I have been known to get messages from the thrift stores. I don’t know how to describe it other than a strong urge or pull to go to one particular store, where I always score big. These differ from my casual, eh, I feel like perusing a bunch of junk, because they are intense and I always find something. I usually get one every few weeks or so, and I usually leave with a cart full of amazing finds.
Other times the thrift store doesn’t send me a message, but a friend does. Two days ago one of my closest friends sent me a picture text of the above furniture saying “heywood wakefield at salvation army”. I turned off the stove, threw some clothes on both Lucy and I, grabbed my purse and the ergo, and was out the door in oh, a minute and a half. My friend was sweet enough to stay and wait for me to arrive, and then help me haul it all home. I love her.
I purchased a dining table, two chairs, two end tables, and a coffee table, all for under $300. Now it isn’t the blonde Heywood Wakefield that I dream of furnishing my entire house in when I am rich, but it is absolutely gorgeous, and I love it. There was also a hutch, which was marked at $400. I was seriously trying to find away to scrounge the money together to purchase it (it was the blonde wood!), when I realized it was already being purchased and packed away into a car. Sad face.
I am considering selling the end tables, because they really don’t fit into our house, but I hate breaking up the set.