You know that feeling.
It might happen at a yard sale,
maybe the thrift store?
You 're minding your own business, just looking around.
Then you spot "it".
Your heart starts to pitter patter.
You nonchalantly wander over...
and then you snatch it up.
You know it's yard sale love if every time you look at it when you get it home your heart does the pitter patter dance.
I bought this table last week at a yard sale.
It was made by Davis Birely Table Company.
The last year they were in business was 1938.
This fits perfectly in my laundry room to fold clothes on.
And every time I walk in there, I'm a little bit happier.
The cost of my happiness?
This little beauty wormed itself into my heart this morning.
There was a yard sale a few houses up the street from us, so I thought I'd stop and check things out.
Then, the gentleman said there was more inside.
Not one single thing I couldn't live without.
Until I went into the last room.
She was sitting with two other lamps.
Floor lamps that were cheaply made and falling apart.
You know the kind.
I literally rushed over and picked her up.
I almost pulled a muscle.
Made of solid marble heavy.
And she makes me smile too.
A smile that comes from knowing I only spent $5.00.