My husband had the day off last Friday so we decided to spend the morning hitting garage sales together. We came home with loads of good stuff, but by far the best find of the
day weekend month was this bench.
A local antique collector has a HUGE annual sale where he parts with TONS of his collection. And I mean tons. It’s the most massive garage sale ever. We got there a little later than I wanted to so I was nervous all the good stuff would be gone.
Fortunately, that didn’t happen. I almost immediately spotted this bench. Was I in the market for a bench? Nope. Did that matter to me? Nope again. I don’t usually ever buy anything with an actual plan for it. I buy what I love and figure the rest out later. I spoke to the owner a bit about the bench to see if he knew where it came from. The history of antiques is astronomically important to me. He told me that it came out of a train station and was originally double the length, but when it came to him years ago half of it was completely rotted. He cut it half and moved the legs down to save the bench.
It only took me about 30 seconds to find a spot for it in my house. I know I’ve gone into detail before about how emotional I get about antique and vintage pieces, but I’m in love with this bench. I might sit on it and pretend I’m Anne from Green Gables waiting on Matthew to arrive.
I forgot to mention that the bottom folds up! Just makes it that much cooler in my book!
Have a great Monday!