I have become a real antique lover in my thirties. It is not uncommon for me to go visit an antique store and walk around for an hour creating a "wish list" in my mind.
Typically, I leave the store very sad.
But, Matt moved an elderly couple last week out of their home and into a retirement facility and their sons were heading up the packing. The house was apparently full of antique furniture and the least of their stash was going to be left by the road for somebody to scavenger if wanted.
BY THE ROAD!
I have to say that after Matt unloaded the pieces into my house, I cried.
Really. I cried.
I would NEVER be able to afford these wardrobes in a store and the fact that someone "gave" them away stuns me.
Aren't they beautiful?
(I imagine there will be some very unhappy daughter-in-laws when they discover what has been loaded and NOT loaded onto the moving truck!)
This is in my kitchen. Funny secret...the tv is on the left behind the upper door.
This is in my guest bedroom. It's my Chronicles of Narnia Wardrobe!