A trailer full of vintage furniture!
Last weekend, my neighbor had to clean out an old house that he owns, which was full of vintage furniture, probably in bad states of repair.
Filled up an entire trailer, is I'm pretty sure he just put it in his giant storage building, which is actually an old single-wide mobile home, to give you an idea of space.
Since I know he neither needs it nor has room for it, I'm thinking of going over this weekend with $500 in $20 bills, and offering to buy every single piece of it.
I've had to slow down my counseling business significantly, and right now, I am not taking any new clients. This is because, come spring semester, I'll be at work on my doctorate, and won't have enough emotional energy to dedicate to a large client base.
In the meantime, that leaves me with a bit of time on my hands. I've done just about all I can do on our complete home remodel by myself, so I've resorted to painting a miracle in the hallway and dabbling in acrylic painting again. I feel little burnout on my professional writing and diverse, that is, some of my e-books, websites, and traditional books, and feel like I need to take a little break from that as well to get my bearings back.
Which brings me back to furniture. My granddad spent all of his weekends making homemade furniture and meticulously finishing it. My dad also knows a lot about woodworking, although that's not a hobby he's pursued very deeply, mostly because he's been in construction. In short, I came away from childhood knowing how to do things with wood, especially how to care for older pieces and refurbish things that were damaged.
In my early 20s, when I was dirt poor and just out of college, I had a lot of used IKEA furniture but absolutely hated the particleboard. Much to my first husband's dismay, I would refinish every single piece we would bring home, either with some sort of a cool finish (read: no sponge painting!) or a nicer color.
After my divorce, I was in a seven-year relationship with a man who, although still my friend, wasn't very respectful of me (and my interests). In fact, at times he was pretty controlling, and pretty much try to stop me from refinishing any furniture he had put any money into.
Although this will be another post altogether, meeting my husband a few years ago was a breath of fresh air. I have finally met someone who enjoyed the same things as I do, including antiques and antique furniture.
He's totally cool with me filling up the living room with my projects, since we don't have the new floors down yet.
I'm helping with this new set of furniture that I might pick up this weekend, I can use some of it in our house, and sell the rest at the farmer's market, which often has some pretty high-end stuff marketed to richer transplants to this area. (By the summer, we'll also be selling fresh garlic, onions, and ornamental trees.)
I'm hoping my neighbor will take the money, because I would love to have a big, daunting projects like a house full of diamonds in the rough.#fopp design home