You gotta know My Big Boy’s brothers. Love em. They own the only two storefronts left on a small Kansas main street. And those buildings are stuffed completely full of…well, some would call it antiques, some would call it junk.
My kind of guys! And when I come to town, it’s like their eyes light up. They know they’ve made a sale. I believe they see “sucker” stamped across my forehead. And, of course, I always oblige…I love digging, and I love their stuff.
So here’s my recent pick. I didn’t even have to walk in the door, that is if you could walk in the door. It was right there, right in the front window, and calling my name. I did have to haggle a little, and try for the family discount. And in the end, we loaded it in the truck!
Aren’t these drawers so cool, made from wooden cheese boxes. And the handles are old spools, and some kind of porcelain knobs.
And this is what it looks like outside…because, as My Big Boy said, “Where in the world are you going to put that!”…it just won’t fit in the 5th wheel. Man, I love Kansas!