Behind every yard sale find is a really good story.
The one where you walk 2.5 miles backward through the snow to an abandoned farmhouse barn full of vintage finds where the owner inherited the barn from his great uncle and just wants to get rid of everything and prices it all for a quarter.
And you gleefully run out of the barn with your arms full of finds and take them home and dust them off and swipe away the cobwebs and repurpose and reimagine them into treasures that look like the pilgrims personally carried them to your house straight off the Mayflower.
The dust might be done.
The cobwebs might be banished.
But the story remains.
This is my yard sale find.
I picked it up last week.
A friend of mine called me and told me that a friend of her friend had just started working on a house in a small town about 45 minutes away from here. He was completely remodeling it from top to bottom and it was full of bric a brac and knick-knacks and vintage finds and the occasional piece of furniture and he was selling everything. He wanted it all gone.
Did I want to go see it with her?
Was I interested?
You had me bric a brac.
We drove through the winding country roads.
Until at last we arrived at our destination.
The house was a little rough around the edges. As in almost falling over. As in the porch was almost gone. As in I walked across a single beam over pieces of plywood and loose gaps and open porch just to make it in the front door.
And oh the sight that awaited my eyes.
It was the house that time forgot.
There were stacks of frames and boxes and old cabinets and mirrors and the most amazing butcher block kitchen island with industrial attachments.
I rounded the corner to see this.
I know, right?
Did you sigh a little when you scrolled down?
Oh, good. Me, too.
The dresser didn’t look like this when I found her. She was covered with Precious Moments. And old vases. And dried flowers. And boxes of ribbon and pieces of long ago flyers and newspapers.
Could I take the dresser home?
Should I take the dresser home?
Tentatively I approached it and swiped away the cobwebs.
And reached out my hand.
And grabbed the door handle.
And slowly, carefully, with a little bit of tugging, I opened the door.
AND SOMETHING JUMPED OUT AT ME.
And backed away so far and so fast I almost brought the entire collection of Precious Moments down with me.
I don’t know what it was.
I don’t really care.
All I know is that there was a nest in the drawer of tiny pieces of paper and napkins and paper towels and something had rented space in the dresser drawer.
I never saw my friend from the dresser drawer again.
We swiped out the nest and took the dresser and loaded it into the truck and drove it home and this weekend we cleaned every nook and cranny and sanded it slightly and restored the finish with a stain and wiped it all down and buffed it all up.
Just in case you were wondering? I bleached the drawer and sanded it down and I’ve removed any traces of its previous furry owners.
The dresser is closed for business.
It’s not renting drawers anymore.
PS Here’s one of my favorite yard sale finds of all time.
And look what I found in a yard sale drawer here.