The acquisition of this antique was not without drama. After seeing the caninet, I continued home and excitedly changed clothes and parked my bike, then walked quickly back to the end of the lane, to the cabinet. A man with two white fluffy dogs was eyeing the cabinet. A woman emerged from her back gate just twenty feet before me, heading toward the cabinet, talking on her cell phone. Both looked, and stalled. When they appeared somewhat disinterested, I ever so gingerly lifted it up and began the 200-foot hobble to my gate. It was a lot heavier than I expected. I tried to rest it on my hip and balance it just an inch or two above the ground, one slow step at a time. I earned multiple bruises. The woman came to help me about halfway there, as she'd finished her cell phone conversation. She was kind. Another woman approached us, with a dog, and exclaimed, I'm so glad you're taking this. Then proceeded to tell me the whole history of the cabinet as it was once hers, brought here from North Carolina. She left it in the apartment on this block when she moved years ago nearby, and now someone was getting rid of it altogether. She showed me how she'd sanded one side, contemplating refinishing it. Then decided not to. Two holes in the back for speakers. Both women accompanied me to the backyard, and we had a nice neighborly chat. They were assured the cabinet was going to a good home. Indeed.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Treasure in the Lane
The acquisition of this antique was not without drama. After seeing the caninet, I continued home and excitedly changed clothes and parked my bike, then walked quickly back to the end of the lane, to the cabinet. A man with two white fluffy dogs was eyeing the cabinet. A woman emerged from her back gate just twenty feet before me, heading toward the cabinet, talking on her cell phone. Both looked, and stalled. When they appeared somewhat disinterested, I ever so gingerly lifted it up and began the 200-foot hobble to my gate. It was a lot heavier than I expected. I tried to rest it on my hip and balance it just an inch or two above the ground, one slow step at a time. I earned multiple bruises. The woman came to help me about halfway there, as she'd finished her cell phone conversation. She was kind. Another woman approached us, with a dog, and exclaimed, I'm so glad you're taking this. Then proceeded to tell me the whole history of the cabinet as it was once hers, brought here from North Carolina. She left it in the apartment on this block when she moved years ago nearby, and now someone was getting rid of it altogether. She showed me how she'd sanded one side, contemplating refinishing it. Then decided not to. Two holes in the back for speakers. Both women accompanied me to the backyard, and we had a nice neighborly chat. They were assured the cabinet was going to a good home. Indeed.
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Your home decor- treasure island?!
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