I'm in trouble. I'm 44 years old and STILL getting in "Trouble". My husband doesn't ask for that much. But what he asks for, I'm still not really willing to give. "Please, Dee, stop bringing home "stuff". We have no more room. "But, its my business" says I ~ its what I do. I find it, buy it, clean it, paint it, fix it, whatever ~ then sell it. I don't mention that I love it ~ it calls to me ~ practically jumps out of some forgotten cardboard box under a dusty table at a FleaMarket and into my open arms. He would call the men in the padded truck for sure if he knew. I am so jealous of you lucky ladies who have those fantastic "partners in Flea Market crime" for husbands. Mine just doesn't "get it". I know everyone reading this blog "gets it" and I wish you could explain it to him. I'm sure you would do a much better job at it than I do. I just shrug my shoulders and say..."sorry, but isn't it great!!!!" These lovely crates ~ he saw as "junk" and not the good kind, (spelled "Junque" BTW) how could he not see a perfectly lovely unique wine rack. Pottery Barn would sell this for $250!!
Oh well, enough ranting. Thanks for letting me vent. I picked up a bunch of these white enamel tubs and a few more crates ~ which much to my husbands glee ~ will be available at FrenchbleuVintage by this weekend.
Thanks to Kathleen for hosting another fun White Wednesday over at Faded Charm ~ Check it out. Its so much cheaper than therapy or a good marriage counselor :)