This weekend was the town’s annual flea market down at the ole fairgrounds, and, with the workshop in mind, we headed out to see what bargains were to be had. And oh, there were bargains.
Kate very nearly snatched this beauty up for the opening night party at the schoolhouse, but then Mack reminded her that there will be no opening night party at the schoolhouse. Then Kate worried about being overdressed and decided to pass, as much as it broke her heart. (Plus she didn’t have any shoes that would match.)
She was soon soothed, however, when she found this insanely comfy chair for her work desk. Holy moley, it’s comfy (a must for anyone who enjoys sitting), and she not only talked the nice seller down in price, she had a lovely chat with him about everything from cleaning houses to the philosophy of doing what you love. Yes, it was a good buy.
This baby…well, we thought it was an adding machine. Until we got it back home and realized that it’s not. And in fact we have no idea what it is (and there are no identifying marks to help us, either), but hey-the good news is it makes a KILLER sound when it prints the numbers onto the receipt paper and the lever is crazy fun to pull. So if you have any ideas, guesses, or suggestions as to what this is, please feel free to pass them along. In the meantime we’ll happily be printing out receipts of meaningless numbers and loving every minute of it. It was worth the ten bucks for that alone!
If we could just take things seriously for a minute, folks, we do have some important business to take care of: Should Mack have gotten these glasses despite having 20/20 vision? Kate’s opinion was an adamant “yes”, but Mack remained unconvinced. It may have been the bifocals that threw her off. In any case, despite giving up the fashion accessory of a lifetime, at least we’ll always have this picture to remember them by.
Ah, yes. Without a doubt the most exciting purchases of the day-a “new” kitchen island for Mack (that’s the one with the metal top) and a new workbench for the schoolhouse (that’s the amazing chartreuse one in the back). To make it even more amazing, the workbench is actually an old counter from a store-solid wood, sliding doors, and just the right height for printing. And did we mention that it’s chartreuse? Because it’s also chartreuse. And an old store counter. That’s chartreuse.
They totally had us at chartreuse.
Yup, it was pretty darn exciting to score so many sweet vintage finds for the workshop-including, of course, a few signs to remind us of where we are in case we forget.
We’re still chomping at the bit to get into the loft and get ourselves set up, but in the meantime we’ll try to content ourselves with sitting in our new chair at our new workbench while punching numbers into our…well, into our whatever it is. And the whole time we’ll be grinning at our new-found mad bargaining skillz and dreaming of just how awesome it’s going to be when we move in-assuming, of course, we can get a couple of burly men or women to help us move that workbench up the stairs.