Are you a yard saler?
Have you ever been minding your very own business driving down the road with cute hair and red lipstick and flip flops and Taylor Swift?
You saw the very thing that made your heart beat faster and eyes blink 17 times and hands reflexively grip and un-grip the steering wheel to the beat of the siren’s song?
Your name might not have been on it, but you knew it was sending you an engraved invitation because it called your name from the street corner.there it was in all its glory.
Shining in all its fluorescent, hand-markered, arrowed glory.
A multi-family yard sale sign.
You follow the sign.
You twist and turn and lose your way and find it again and get back on track and finally arrive at the driveway with all of its wonderful treasures on display for the world to purchase.
And sometimes? There’s nothing there but a stack of old t-shirts and a broken washer and 45 glass vases with the leaves of old flower arrangements still stuck to the sides.
The yard sale lottery jack pot.
When I first found this hutch all those multi-family yard sale signs ago, it looked nothing like this.
I don’t have a before picture. I wish I did because it would make you love it even more. I discovered it in the very back of someone’s garage that was hosting a yard sale. The hutch wasn’t for sale. They were using it for display and it was covered with tools and buckets and nails and old cans with emblazoned with pictures of tomatoes. It was dark and stained and broken and weary and just trying to hold its head up and sell produce labels.
But I knew.
I looked at its cheekbones and saw a supermodel.
I dragged it home and sanded it off and painted it blue with ivy vines and pronounced it beautiful.
I moved it from our first house to our next house and painted it white.
I drove it across the country to Kentucky and at first, I painted it a darker gray than this (SW Anonymous) and one day on the way out the door to book club—I distressed it.
Then I moved it into the kitchen and repainted it this gray.
People always ask me what color gray it is.
The color doesn’t have a name.
It’s all the colors of the projects that went before. I
I painted it one day with five different colors of paint from the workshop.
A little SW Mindful Gray and a little SW Repose Gray and a little SW Rice Grain and a few other friends.
I didn’t overthink it.
I just painted a little of this and a little of that. I’d walk away and let a coat dry and then come back with a new color.
Until finally I arrived at this.
It just seemed right that the hutch have its very own unique paint color—as incredible and wonderful and amazing as it is.
I’m so happy I was yard saling that day.
I’m so happy I turned at that sign.
And I’m so happy I found a hutch…
….that had me from the very first tomato label. 🙂