Have you ever been to an auction?
The kind of auction you see in movies.
The one where the entire room is full of unique and awesome and amazing things mixed in with some bits of absolute randomness. Everything is for sale. Everything is auctioned off. You get a number at the front counter and when you want to bid you raise it in the air and sometimes there’s a bidding war and the price goes higher than you ever imagined.
Sometimes when everyone talking or not paying attention or leaves their seat to go to the concession stand to buy nachos and Mountain Dew…
…you get the auction find of a lifetime.
We have an auction just like that a couple miles from my house.
I went this Saturday with yoga pants, a positive attitude and super cute go-to-the auction hair. I was looking for a few pieces for the room for this project.
The building was packed. There were people everywhere and the walls and front of the space were lined with items to be auctioned. There were old shovels and galvanized metal buckets and bedroom sets and old tool containers and boxes of vintage patterns and quilt scraps and tables and chairs and boxes of dishes.
Treasures as far as the eye could see.
My heart beat a little faster just stepping into the room. I walked the perimeter and looked at the boxes and picked up this and turned over that. Suddenly, a glint of something vintage and metal and spinny-looking caught my eye. Tucked into the corner of the room between plastic lawn furniture and stacks of tools was a windmill.
Not just any windmill.
The kind of windmill you see in a home on HGTV that they’ve just renovated that’s full of chairs and couches and bookcases with an empty space on one side of the room that needs a little something and then the designer stops by a junk store and finds the perfect vintage windmill and you sigh and think that only happens on television and you wonder why…
….why can’t I find something like that?
And then you go to an auction.
When the windmill came up for bid, I was ready.
I put my card in the air and prayed everyone had stepped out for nachos and Mountain Dew.
The bidding started at $5.00 and then went to $10.00.
My heart raced.
I had to have that windmill. It had to be mine. It was calling my name and telling me it would look so cute in the family room next to the bookcase.
I placed my bid as the numbers swirled around the room, faster and faster and faster.
It went to twenty and then twenty five and then thirty.
Hold on, I told the windmill. We got this. I won’t let you down. I stared straight ahead with the face of a general fighting a war in the middle ages and refused to look away.
Determined, I raised my card higher.
Waving it in the air again and again, uncompromisingly digging in my heels as I raised that card one last time and….
….accidentally bid against myself.
Someone else might have been embarrassed when the auctioneer mentioned it and corrected the bid.
Not this someone.
This someone had bigger fish to fry.
This someone had a prize to claim for $35.00.
This someone realized that the windmill was hers, tossed her number down, gave a shout of victory, ran across the room and hugged it….
….all the way home. 🙂
PS It’s about five feet tall and I think it’s going in the living room. I spray painted it white and I’m going back to distress it to let more of the metal shine through.
PPS One quick note. We are closing out the sale of the burlap curtains at midnight tonight. You can still order until then. Click here to see details. (They are on sale right now for 25% off, too. Just enter the code: welcome2017 at checkout).
I can’t believe the response. You guys are amazing. Here’s to the marriage of smocking and burlap. 🙂