So I went to an auction.
Don’t you love a post that starts like this?
It sounds like a really good country song.
Or a Dr. Seuss poem.
Or an updated version of Goldilocks and the Three Bears.
But I digress. So I went to this auction where I planned on buying a bed and a hutch and a table….
….and I came home with a filing cabinet and these chairs.
Of course I did.
The bed didn’t have side rails and was too small.
The hutch was too expensive and too big.
And the table? Don’t even get me started.
But these chairs? These wonderful, amazing, one-of-a-kind caned chairs with a back with spindles and that cute carving….
….they were just right.
I saw them in the corner when I arrived at the auction and patiently waited for the clock bidding and the quilt bidding and the pick-a-box-full-of-absolute-junk-that-might-have-a-treasure bidding to finish.
And then finally….after a diet coke and extra finger tapping….the chairs were up for bid.
They were sold as a pair.
I started at $2.00.
Someone else bid $3.00.
I went to $5.00.
Someone else bid $7.50.
I dug deep into my cash reserves….took a breath….crossed my fingers….
….and bid $10.00.
They over-bid me to $12.00.
I put my number down and stared at the chairs. I didn’t really need them. But that carved detail? And that piece of molding next to the spindles that I totally missed before? And the cane seats? Seriously? Don’t they look like something from the pages of Country Living.
And while I was thinking and wondering and pondering and deciding and totally about to raise my number, I heard the auctioneer say, “SOLD.”
To the other bidder…..for $12.00.
I know….right. That’s $6.00 a piece. That’s cheap. That’s an appetizer at Chili’s or a meal at a really expensive McDonald’s in New York City.
Can we all say it together?
WHAT WAS I THINKING?
And here’s the part of the story where you are immediately going to buy a empty trailer and move to Kentucky just for the auctions.
The other bidder?
She turned around and realized it was me.
She’s my friend. My auction buddy. She’s creative and funny and full of joy and together we have sighed over many a box of milk glass or the bookcases or tables or chairs that went for $5.00 and should have come home with us or the giant steel work table from two years ago that we should have bid on except we would have needed a crane to move it.
She looked at the chairs and she looked at me and she immediately told me I needed those chairs. They were meant for something wonderful. Something amazing. Something fit for an almost 100-year-old-farmhouse in the middle of the country.
And I was the one to do it.
That is a lot of pressure…the whole responsibility of these chairs.
So I’m turning to you.
Who else could I turn to in my hour of need?
Who else would truly answer taking into account the gravity and seriousness of the situation?
Who would truly listen and understand the dilemma of the ages?
To paint or not to paint…..
….that truly is the question. 🙂