Say hello to my little friend,
Last Friday my brother, sister-in-law, and darling nephew were in from Minnesota visiting for a long weekend. Being that we rarely see each other, what with the multi-state expanse between us and all, I opted to take the entire day off from work, run some normal weekend errands on Friday and devote the rest of the weekend to gobbling up my nephew. Besides, any excuse for a three day weekend is fine by me. First stop, Goodwill. And as luck would have it, I'd be there when they opened their doors.
Have you ever been to Goodwill, on a Friday morning, during the holidays? It's like Black Friday. Mini-vans begin pouring into the parking lot about 20 minutes prior to doors open...circling the front of the building like piranhas on the hunt. It was during one of my own passes that I spotted the end table above. Those handles! Those scrolls!!
"It must be mine", I mentally chanted. "It WILL be mine"
About 10 minutes out, I began to notice women covertly sliding out from their cars, loitering around pieces of furniture I can only imagine they were physically laying claim to. Not one to be intimidated easily, I flew up like someone possessed and plopped my bootie atop that little dresser, much to the chagrin of a rather grumpy soccer mom.
VICOTORY! There's not much I wouldn't do for a $6.99 wood end table. Just sayin'.
Now for a bit of warm weather so I can paint it....