About 2 months ago, Kenny dropped me off at my apartment on a Sunday evening before he headed back to Lansing.
As we drove into the parking lot, I could see two chairs that people had thrown away–one on top of the dumpster and one right next to it…Ken immediately started to protest. He knows my hoarder tendencies. So I promised that I would leave them there.
But after he left, I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I made a trip out there “just to look at them.”
And ended up hauling both of them back to my apartment with me.
(I do not normally make a practice of doing the opposite of what I say.)
But I had a plan.
After some warm, soapy water, I had this:
So pretty, right?
That’s when my plan backfired. I wanted to keep it–NOT in the plan.
Let’s take a closer look:
(OH! That turquoise! Those tiny yellow and pink flowers! That worn, dark wood with the inlaid pattern on top! I love it all.)
The voice of reason in my head (and the thought of what Ken would say) won.
So with a little copywriter’s love, I posted this bad boy on Craigslist and waited.
And yesterday, I traded it to someone for 2 $20 bills.
In the end, both Kenny and I ended up happy. I got to rescue the gorgeous chair and Ken is glad we don’t have to keep it. He likes the extra dollars too.
Planting Sequoias 