If you don't, you should.
Shirley lives not too far from here outside of Chapel Hill (the place where they play basketball). The other week she posted on Facebook that a friend of hers, an antique collector, was moving and had to sell some of her collection.
Well, you know I jumped all over that!
I know that antiques aren't really popular...that kids (when I say 'kids', I mean folks in their 20s and 30s...the same age as my children) don't really want antiques. They'd much rather go to Ikea or somewhere like that and buy something that they keep 'til they move to the next place, leaving their "temporary" furniture on the sidewalk for someone to pick up.
But I love antiques. I love the stories they tell, and I love anything with a history.
(This is why I am Queen of the DPS*)
So Shirley and I went back and forth with dimensions and prices and photos--she was awesome about helping me out--and I jumped in my car and drove off to a lovely neighborhood between Chapel Hill and Pittsboro, and got to the lovely Martha's home.
(This is what Shirley got at the sale...gorgeous, no? See what "first dibs" will get you?)
You know how you meet people and you feel as if you know them?
I believe Martha and I are those people. She's from Philly and I could talk Pennsylvania antiques and Catholic school with her. Her husband is adorable. We chatted for awhile and I came away with a desk (now in the guest room), a cabinet (which doesn't have a home right now, but it will), and one of Martha's watercolors for the kitchen. (She is an artist, too...but her paintings are much better than mine!)
Then I went up the street to get a quick tour of Shirley's beautiful home. Holy Smokes! It's even lovelier in person. I don't think photos can truly convey the warmth of the house.
(You can take a tour here.)
I'm always scared when I measure something, that it won't fit exactly as I plan, but the desk fit the wonky alcove in the guest room PERFECTLY!! (This is until we get shelving in there, which should be in another 20 years or so. (Bliss has a wonky alcove and just finished her shelves, so...)
(If it was 1870 and you were like Emily Dickinson, you could sit in this little alcove and write your poetry all day, then you could hide it in a box under the bed, which is conveniently on your left just behind you. But you are NOT Emily Dickinson, so you would go out for a walk, instead.)
I came away that morning feeling that I had a banner day--I got three beautiful items for my house, made a new friend, and got to see Shirley's house in person (and meet her darling husband)!
*DPS - Dead People's Stuff