My booth at Junkees is looking pitiful. Pathetic, really. So empty and forlorn. I am thrilled that my things are selling so well, but I can't seem to get in a rhythm to keep up with the demand, and I have been moaning and groaning and whining to my friends about it. Well, this week I decided to stop whining and do something about it.
I found a bookcase on craigslist Wednesday and I made arrangements to pick it up after work. When I saw it in person, I was pretty disappointed. Let's just say, in person, it was not the greatest looking bookcase I'd ever seen. The darling little gal selling it was desperate for money, as she was moving (driving) back home to Georgia in three weeks. (my heart melted when I met her, so sweet and sincere, with her charming Georgia drawl, calling me ma'am...) She was probably 20, but looked 17. So young to be so far from home, and all alone. I paid nearly triple what the bookcase was worth (in my frugal mind..) but I knew I was doing the right thing. She needed the money far more than I needed a bargain.
It took 3 of us to load it, then I paid for the bookcase, and gave her a hug and told her to have a safe trip and was on my way. She was thrilled to be rid of her last big piece of furniture and for the money and I felt like I had done a good deed, so it was all good.
Then, last night, a funny thing happened. (not funny ha-ha, funny extraordinary) As I primed and painted the bookcase, a miracle occurred. The ugly duckling of a bookcase had become a beautiful vintage furniture swan. It's going to be fabulous in my booth, holding all my smalls. I got goosebumps when I stepped back and looked at the finished piece. Seriously, I got so excited I couldn't go to sleep. (Really. I'm goofy like that.)
I just love it when stuff like this happens.