Treasure hunting is probably my favorite summertime activity. Flea markets, garage sales, yard sales, estate sales…they are all in full force during the summer months and I just can’t get enough.
Jordan and I have been scouting out some new markets and there is no end to the inspiration that comes from all the beautiful “old stuff” out there. Truth be told, we should probably be spending more time working on the house than filling our basement with treasures, but we’re having too much fun to stop. 🙂
There will be some progress made around here…life has been busy…but I promise it is coming.
We’ve talked about the new front steps so much, and I can picture it so well in my mind, that I sometimes forget that it’s not done. I so cannot wait to get that project going – I keep seeing beautiful blooming hydrangea bushes and I am dying for those to be in the front of my house too. Soon friends, soon!
One of my number one rules when it comes to treasure hunting is that if you spy something that speaks to you – and sometimes there’s no telling why it does – but if it grabs you, you better grab it right then because chances are it won’t be there later. I have learned this lesson the hard way too many times to count.
But there are exceptions to every rule…
A few weeks ago, we were at a large local flea market when I spotted an old wood stool in one of the first booths. It was weathered, it was worn, it was sporting a splash of paint or two, and it was missing one rung.
It was perfect and I loved it.
And then I walked away from it, telling Jordan that if it was there on our way out I would grab it then.
Sadly, we never made it back to that booth. A huge – and I mean HUGE – rain storm came in and decided to stay for the rest of the afternoon. The market was rained out – antiques were literally being carried away as the roads flooded – and I had to accept the fact that I missed out on that perfect little stool.
And then a couple of weeks later at a different flea market, I was browsing a booth when I spotted a charming little stool.
It was weathered, it was worn, it was sporting a splash of paint or two, and it was missing one rung.
It was the very same stool.
We didn’t hesitate this time.
We’re not complete idiots. 🙂
What I’m going to do with it, I’m not sure. It would make a great side table…or plant stand…or look adorable sporting books or lanterns.
Right now, I have it tucked in the back corner of the living room with a little plant.
I guess some things are just meant to be. 🙂