Ah yes, there's a story there friends.
Initially Matt was fine with my purchases. After all, he was home with the smalls, and really had no idea what I was up to. Well, maybe he had some idea, given I am the woman who goes out for milk and comes home with a new cupboard - 'hey look what I found on the side of the road!'.
By the time we went to pick up our goodies it was dark. I had also managed to snaffle a gorgeous table, four chairs and a stool for the bargain price of 50 clams. It was their breakfast table and is now totally and utterly continuing the love-in with us as our new desk (seen in yesterday's post).
Back to business, Matt was hmphing and pmphing about - under the guise that he was not pleased with the amount of stuff I had successfully bidded on. But who could be unhappy with paying $5 for that cute little cradle, and the cot, and a huuuge Emmalunga pram (that I don't want). And the other random stuff shoved into that vintage cot that I had to WHEEL ALL THE WAY HOME BY MYSELF WITH AN IRONING BOARD ON TOP IN THE DARK.
Did you just read that last sentence again? No, no need, you read it right. Yes. Me. In the dark pushing a cot around deepest, darkest suburbia by myself like some crazy cot/trolley lady. I was praying I wouldn't see anyone. But you know, of course I would. A man walking his dog. I was surprised he didn't cross the road to avoid me. Cars drove past with lights blazing and I am sure they slowed. I know they slowed.
Inside houses, people could hear this strange, faint clickety-clack while they were watching Sunday night TV. It was me. Me and the cot. Of course Matt was nowhere to be seen. He was at home (HMPH!) waiting for me. And that's what husbands of junkers do.
However, this came home a few weeks ago. And it wasn't by my hands. Nope. Someone else who has legs long enough to reach the pedals in the car picked this up from the side of the road and brought it home for me. It wasn't the Doctor. Nor was it Tiny. Can you guess who's got the bug? 
10 comments:
wait a minuite, what about the OTHER doll's house!!!???
You've obviously trained him well but I still can't believe the stuff you guys find at the side of the road all I ever find is junk
I too am wondering how you both find this stuff? I look and look and never seem to find this kind of gear by the side of the road in my hood...
(Love the description of you and cot clickety-clacking along the road LOL)
OH totally crack me up - I wish I was your neighbour - I would spend so much of my time laughing and drooling over your finds.
I am AMAZED t his find. GOOD STUFF.
hehehe, I DID read that sentence again. I had to because on first read I thought you said you wheeled everything home on top if an ironing board!
Ha ha ..there'll be no more hmphing and pmphing now because you can hmph and pmph right back!
hehe - I have been known to do stuff like that! What a haul! :o) (A 'brainy' haul even- says the word verification!)
you are a finder of rad things. excellent bargains!!! and you are so industrious and resourceful!!!
this had me in hysterics! what a sight u must have been. again true dedication paying off. i want to come on a junking mission too - we could go wearing crazy thrifted outfits with loads of pockets to fill full of treasures, tie our special cane basket finds to our heads. really make a spectacle. what a great night out xx
just found your blog and love it...that dolls house you found looks like the one i had as a girl...
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