Junk Crazed Part 1
This past weekend started out like an ordinary one with a little bit of extra time on my hands. My normal 40+ hour a week had me going to training and, because of that, I was traveling past several new junk shops.
I stopped in at one when I saw a really neat cubby. I parked and took a closer look and it was mostly made out of cardboard. No matter, I wandered into the shop and took a look around. There were several really neat pieces- an antique stove, an old cash register, a fainting couch- and four matching old oak file cabinets.
Ever since I saw these pictures on Pinterest,
I wanted to find four matching two shelf file cabinets.
I thought myself lucky, if I could find four matching metal cabinets, but here I stood before four wooden ones instead. They had keys hanging inside and before I could ask, I was given a perfect deal. I grabbed them up and off I went to the next junk shop stop.
The shop had the word “pickers” in it and I knew it had to be good. I pulled up in front of the shop and saw that it was closed. I got out of my car anyway and walked around- there was still plenty to see.
This bench was sitting out front and, yes it had a little lean to it, but it was still divine. There were no prices, so I put it on my mental list to ask about when the closed sign finally turned to open.
I walked around the side of the shop and, tucked into a little nook ,was a part of an old shop counter. It was rough- old, weathered wood and gorgeous peeling paint- and had two full chairs balanced on top of it. It had the original hardware and, when I bent over to look inside the open shelves, it also had original bead board. Oh!
I walked back around to the front of the shop and noticed a sticky note stuck to the front door. It said that the owner was at an estate sale and call if I needed anything. Well, I needed something. I called the number on the Post-It Note. A delightful lady answered and I told her that I was interested in the lopsided bench and small shop counter. I asked for prices and her response made me repeating back what I thought she said because they were too good to be true. The prices should have had a one in front of the numbers she gave me, but she assured me that the prices she gave me was what she wanted and not a penny more. The shop owner told me that I could just write a check or, if I had cash, to just drop it in the slot in the door and take the two pieces.
She must’ve been from another time because no one does that kind of thing anymore. I told her I would wait-because, between you and I, I wanted to meet a person who sells history and operates her business in an “antique” kind of way. Wouldn’t you?!
Keep an eye out for the next round of Junk Crazed shopping!