I love a yard sale story with a happy ending.
Especially when there’s more to the story.
Like the one where the guy buys a painting and he takes it home and he takes it out to throw it away because he’s just going to use the frame and then he notices a small crack at the corner of the artwork and he peels it back and reveals a masterpiece painted by someone in the 16th century? Or the show where the lady buys an old box of buttons and she’s sorting through and finds a diamond engagement ring? Or the one where the yard sale shopper buys a poster from the 1970’s and they take it home and hang it up on the wall and it falls down and an original copy of the Declaration of Independence falls out from behind it.
This story I’m about to tell is just like that.
Except maybe even better.
I’ve been on the lookout for a pine dresser for the upstairs bedroom makeover I’m in the middle of.
I wanted it a little unfinished. A dresser that was a little rough around the edges with curvy legs and a worn patina and original knobs and I wanted to pay almost nothing for it.
Well, my friends.
This is yard sale season in Texas.
Ask and ye shall find.
This Saturday morning bright and early after the royal wedding was finished, I was driving down the street when I saw this.
This pine dresser waving at me from a yard sale by the side of the road.
I walked up to the sale and asked how much the dresser was.
Twenty five dollars.
Especially since I had been looking at dressers that were way more expensive than that and not even as cute.
I paid my money and we were about to load it into the car when I opened the top drawer.
Wait a minute.
That sounded a little lame.
It wasn’t dramatic enough.
Let me recreate it for you.
Here’s the drawer.
Picture me slowly opening it to lift it into the car.
THERE WAS THIS.
Can you even?
It’s a copy of the original 1896 plats of my street where I live.
What are the chances that I would buy a dresser at a yard sale with a plat in the drawer that was MY STREET FROM THE 1800’s?
It’s called Waddill’s Addition.
I live on Waddill Street.
It was drawn in December 1896.
It shows all the plats marked off and even shows some of the people’s names who had bought the plats.
The entire road is there north to south.
Drawn painstakingly by hand. Back before shopping malls and fast food restaurants and drive-through sweet teas and the internet and Targets that are five miles away.
Someone had made a copy of it and tucked it away in the drawer for me to find.
All those years.
All that time.
All that waiting.
It’s finally coming home.
PS I could NOT make up my life if I tried.
PPS Don’t worry. I’m not painting it.
PPPS So many of you asked to see the finished artwork after I wrote the how to’s on this post.
I changed my mind about the barn doors and went a little brighter with the flowers.
And here it is.
To Reader’s Digest it. I took a photo of the flowers, uploaded it to Waterlogue, downloaded it to my computer and wrote the post and sent it off to Canvas Pop.
(total disclosure: Canvas Pop contacted me after the post and offered to send me the canvas for a review).
I LOVE IT.
It’s my own photo, but SO MUCH CUTER.
My very own piece of art that I created hanging right by my front door.
I can’t wait for it to meet my new plat. 🙂