My friend Renee and I are hoard buddies. From the first day we met, we have loved the same stuff. Old, ratty, no one else wants, you get the drift. We share the love. I’ll see something in her hoard and I’ll trade with her something from mine.
Not too long ago, Renee and her family moved to a new house. Even before the house was purchased, I went over with Renee to check it out. Not only does she have a really cool house, she has an even cooler barn. As we toured the barn, off in a dark room, in a dark corner I spotted a treasure. It’s like I’m a cat that can see treasures even in the dark.
Months later, Renee is visiting (my hoard) and we were making a trade.
Me: “Hey do have a place for this bathroom vanity? I bought a dresser at a yard sale, a sink from craigslist, Steve cut a hole in the top and now we have no where to put it.”
Renee: “Oooooh I love it. Let me measure and see if it will fit. Oh never mind, I want it anyways. Do you want that metal cabinet thing in my barn?”
Me: Um…….”YES! I will see when Steve can hook up the trailer and bring the vanity to you. We can get the metal cabinet at the same time.”
A couple months later, yes we are slow movers, we head over to Renee’s on a Saturday morning to drop off the vanity and pick up the cabinet. The vanity is an easy move. The cabinet….not so much.
Here it is in all of it’s rusty glory. Sorry the picture is sideways, but you get the idea. The best part of the story is next.
We get the dolly off the trailer cause this baby is heavy. Kind of ridiculously heavy. Per my husband everything I like is heavy. Sorry. Not sorry.
So the cabinet is sitting on a table kind of trapped in a small area, not quite big enough for two grown people and a furniture dolly. The only option is to pull it off the table, push it out of the small area it is currently housed in, and then push the dolly under it and haul it out to the trailer. We might look a little 2 Stooge like but we got it moved off the table, with only a slight crash. However when it slid off the table, some of the drawer opened. Upon first inspection, there was nothing in the drawers, however when it landed on the floor, paper spewed out. Not just any papers but E-One Firetruck Drawings.
Now for those of you who do not know, Steve sells Firetrucks for the Florida E-One Dealership. E-One is the reason we moved to Ocala 6 years ago. I might have squealed a little thinking I might have found a vintage treasure of old firetruck drawings. I already had them framed and hanging on the wall. Not so much. 1995 is still really cool, but not vintage enough for me cool.
The days that followed, Steve spoke to some of his co-workers and people he knows who work at the E-One plant. They remembered my old cabinet. I can’t make this stuff up. I loved that old rusty cabinet even before I knew it’s history. But now…I love it more.
I’m unsure of the future for the heavy, love the drawers ,metal cabinet. But what I do know, is it will have a home in the old house. Painted of course.
the girl going on a get-a-way with her guy this weekend.