My mom has accompanied me on a few interesting adventures recently, and I've enjoyed the time with her. We hauled an old coffee table out of a house with chihuahuas nipping our heels. We also met a white-bearded man named Buddy who was awfully proud of the coffee stains on the white metal bistro table I purchased from him.
My favorite trip, however, was to get the chairs... the retro metal ones I've hunted for years now. I finally found some! I asked my mom to accompany me to the man's house after work. I knew it'd be late, but I didn't want to let the deal slip away. She met me at a Starbucks off the highway after I put the kids to bed, and it was nearly ten o'clock by the time we pulled into the seller's driveway.
Except it wasn't a driveway.
This is the first thing we saw:
We crept along the gravel drive until we reached this outhouse and electric gate. There was a metal box for us to type in a code. The gate shut behind us immediately, too. Not at all unlike a horror movie.
As the good Lord would have it, we made new friends that night. The seller and his wife own about eight acres, three dogs, one turkey, a herd of miniature donkeys (my new favorite thing), one cat, a few chickens, two vintage work trucks, a refurbished Corvette, and my chairs. He cut the price in half, loaded them into my van, and invited my kids to come tour the farm sometime. He was a dream.
I am now the proud owner of six of these babies!
They've since been scrubbed and tightened, and they're ready for paint!
Don't you just love Craigslist?