Monday, April 19, 2010

Let me tell you a little story...

I hit a few yard sales this weekend and came away with the usual......white dishes, a couple of glass jars/vases, a black leather ampersand that will look really cute on a shelf, a tiny wood vintage fire truck that I knew my husband would appreciate, and a few other little odds and ends. On my way home, I decide to stop at one more sale. It was an elderly couple and it looked like they didn't have much left, but I spied some linens from the road and thought it might be worth a look. As I was browsing, I noticed A VINTAGE METAL GLIDER out of the corner of my eye hiding behind a garden shed (not even close to where they had their tables set up, but you know me, I sensed something and followed the trail). So I walk up to them and the conversation goes like this:

Me: Excuse me, but is that glider for sale?
Mrs. Yard Sale (looking at me like I'm crazy): Oh honey, that old thing?
Me: (trying not to act too excited and blurt out that she has no idea how many people would fight me for that thing) Yes, the metal glider.
Mrs. Yard Sale (calling her husband over): Jim, this lady wants to know if you are selling that glider?"
Mr. Yard Sale: That old thing? I had that back there for the trash pick up.
Me: Well is there anything wrong with it? I've been looking for one just like it.
Mr. Yard Sale: No, it works fine. It's just old. We've had it for years and it's seen better days. You can have it if you have a truck to get it home.
Me (dying of excitement): Ok, how much do you want for it?
Mr. Yard Sale (putting his hand on my shoulder and chuckling): Oh honey, you just take it. I can't charge you for that old thing. It looks like something the cat dragged in.

Trust me when I say I offered several times to pay for it and they insisted that it wasn't worth a penny and they just wanted to get rid of it. I did buy some other things while I was there. I was bursting with excitement when I called my husband to bring the truck to pick up my newest treasure.

Look at her. Just sitting behind the shed looking sad waiting for someone to dress her up again. Well, vintage glider, this is your lucky day!

I do have one word of warning....I probably won't have "after" pictures for you until later this Spring as we are putting in a new porch floor and I don't want to give her a makeover until the porch is finished and she can be taken to her new home. She'll have to camp out in my garage for a few weeks.

However, she will be painted red like the picture below and I shall call her Mabel!

{via Country Living}