Anyone up for a little story time? I hope so, because boy do I have a whopper of a story for you today! So it all started on a warm and sunny Saturday morning in June. I was drinking copious amounts of coffee, as usual, and browsing Craigslist for treasures. Being that it was Saturday I decided to pull up the handy garage sale category and I was pleasantly surprised to find a barn sale just a few miles from my house. Now, let me clarify. This was not just your normal, every-day-run-of-the-mill-garage-sale. No, this was a BARN sale my friends–which meant there was sure to be fabulous vintage treasures waiting for me. I jumped off the couch, shrieked in excitement, and began a frantic search around the house for cash and spare change. Since having cash on hand isn’t really my strong suit, I wasn’t able to find much. But I managed to scrounge together about fifteen dollars. And that was good enough. We loaded up, kids and all, and took off for the barn sale. I don’t know if you guys can relate to this, but these kind of things make me extremely excited. Like over the top excited. I was giddy like a kid on Christmas morning as we drove to that barn sale. I just knew something great was waiting for me. I could feel it. And then we pulled up to the sale….and my heart sank as I looked around to see a very small selection of random tools, lawn mowers, baby toys, a miniature trampoline, and random junk sitting around a big red barn. It sure wasn’t what I had hoped for, but we got out and started to look around. After just a few minutes it was apparent that this barn sale was actually just a glorified garage sale. Oh the trickery! I was so bummed, but I made myself look around just in case something great was hiding. Nope. Nada. Not one treasure to be found. I was crushed. I started to walk back to our truck when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. Inside the barn, tucked away in a little corner, sat not one, but two antique wooden sleds. My eyes about popped out of my head. I couldn’t believe it. I casually walked over to them, you know–playing it cool, and realized that these sleds were the real deal. 100% real, vintage sleds. I had to have them. Again, acting as casual as possible, I slyly asked the seller how much the sleds were. She shrugged her shoulders and said, “Oh, how about $5 each?” I almost passed out right then and there. I took out my money as fast as my hands could go and paid the women her $10 for both sleds. Then I skipped off with my (very heavy) wooden sleds and lived happily ever after. It was glorious. Today, I get to show you one of those sleds!
Ta-da! Here is sled #1. She’s a beauty, right? I still cannot believe I scored this for FIVE BUCKS. Honestly, I almost feel bad about it. But you know what they say–one lady’s trash is another lady’s treasure. I definitely won that day!
I actually didn’t plan to put this sled in our entryway. A few weeks ago I was bringing both sleds into the house to find a place for them and just happened to lean this one up in this spot. I left it there for a few days while I worked on a few other things and then realized it doesn’t look so bad here, so I went with it. That happens a lot actually.
Well that’s our simple, vintage entryway. It’s a small space, so I don’t have a ton of room to work with, but I really like sprucing this area up as the seasons change. And that sled is the star of the show here, obviously. I hope my story today taught you a little lesson–no matter how bad the garage sale looks, no matter how junky it seems, get out and search for a treasure. It’s probably there, just waiting for some vintage-loving-lady like you to come along and scoop it up!
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