Wait! Don't stop reading. It's not another shameless Gramma brag post...I promise. (for reals this time.) It's about a beyond adorable and simply fabulous vintage baby bed I managed to get this past weekend.
The other Tracey thinks I am a bit obsessed smitten with vintage bassinets, and maybe she has a point. I mean, yes, I know that I now have three of them, and yes, I know that I don't have a baby living at my cottage. But, oh! They are so full of charm that when I come across one, I simply cannot pass it by without drooling on it.
While out thrifting a couple of weeks ago, we stumbled upon this latest beauty. I shrieked when I saw it and hurried over to price check it. The other Tracey did an eye roll and I am pretty sure I heard a small oh-here-we-go-again groan.
me: Oh my. I think this is calling my name.
The other Tracey: Um, you already have the cute vintage one in your guest room.
me: (quick eyebrow raise with a gasp for a stunned effect) This one has wheels!
The other Tracey: And the vintage pink one in the garage?
me: Look at the wheels! See how it rolls?
The other Tracey: Mmmm...you don't need it.
me: (huge long heavy sigh) What-ever.
Then, a long pause..another sigh....
me: Okay, you're right. But if it's here next Friday on half off night, this little baby is mine.
The other Tracey: What-ever.
Finally..Friday arrived. Oh- A small side note here: Last month, the other Tracey was booked on half off night, so I went for both of us, with a stand-in friend who was an experienced Sally shopper herself. This month I was unable to go to half off night because I was having my girls night in with Miss Isabelle (Oh, do remember her? Here, maybe this will help refresh your memory...)
...so the other Tracey had to take Mr.Other-Tracey in my place. This kind of worried me, because half off night at our Salvation Army ("Sally's" as we like to call it) is pretty much a bonefide freak show, with crazed antique dealers and bargain hunters racing to items in the large store after waiting in a loooooooong line outside in the cold for an hour for the doors to re-open, and..well, this would be Mr. Tracey's first experience with this crowd.(Half off night at Sally's is not for sissies, that's all I'm sayin'.)
Anyway. Where was I?
Oh yes, the fabulous bassinet. The other Tracey managed to snag it for me, but sadly, not without one casualty. She temporarily, for just one quick moment, placed a matrimonial certificate she wanted on a nearby table in order to move the bassinet. Before she could pick it back up to place it inside the oh-so-heavenly bassinet, she was horrified, as another woman, who was watching her, grabbed it right off the table! When the other Tracey said it was hers, the woman cackled, and informed her that she "just wasn't quick enough." (See above where I said bonefide freak show. Seriously folks, it's always like a scene straight out of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest at Sally's half off night. And I always forget to take my camera.)
The other Tracey brought the truckload of Sally-treasures to my garage on Saturday when I got off from working at the bank. Forget the two big tables, the French headboard, the mirror, the vintage folding chair. I rushed to the back door of the truck cab and flung it open. The sun shone into the back seat like a light from heaven. There it was, in all it's mint-condition-honey-colored-wicker glory. (See the cute little vintage wheels?)
I'm going to be doing it all up this week, in vintage white linens (with maybe sheets made from a mocha mini gingham check) and a eensie weensie banner across the bottom wrung that will say "baby".
I think I may just have to have Miss Isabelle over for a photo shoot in this little treasure (Possibly in the backyard, under the tree?) before it makes it's way to Farm Chicks.
That is, if I can bear to part with it.