My Big Boy is pretty pleased with himself. This weekend he actually came up with his first “pick”. You’ve gotta understand, he follows me around at auctions, flea markets and wherever else I come up with my treasures, but he never buys. He leaves that up to me.
Usually he’s impressed with what I come up with, or at least, he’s excited that I’m excited…and occasionally he rolls his eyes (that “Lordy, what are you thinking woman!” look). So here’s his first pick, and I swear I’m not rolling my eyes (at least not while he’s looking).
I’m still thinking my pick is the best.
Isn’t it great? This mantel came from a Pennsylvania farmhouse that was built in 1875. I don’t know that it’s original to the house, but it is old. And here’s the best thing…I got it for free! The nicest couple gave it to me…just gave it to me! I bet you’re wondering where I’m going to put it in my 5th wheel? Me too. It will be making a trip back to Kansas and be ready for me when I move into a house again.
I don’t think I’d make much money picking. I find things I love, and want to keep forever. On the other hand my Big Boy has dreams of getting rich.
Does anyone want to buy and ugly red and green sledge? For twenty-one bucks, its yours!