a girl walks into a bar

OK, so it wasn't a bar, but it is still a good story. Two good stories.<br /><br />First, remember this little gem I found a few weeks back?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOIApFVP-TJVw-86wb6BsXePgVtc5G9UtLkdPUHKe0-9A5IcrS_hQDJT-uLKI_5TIYscjOiP_PrWThiza8HS7AWajkbP7MGHFudJ14NzOQ1bxnX-uEV8zh8x_H1fwQpLBy2azMA0u6drjk/s1600/chipendalebench.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOIApFVP-TJVw-86wb6BsXePgVtc5G9UtLkdPUHKe0-9A5IcrS_hQDJT-uLKI_5TIYscjOiP_PrWThiza8HS7AWajkbP7MGHFudJ14NzOQ1bxnX-uEV8zh8x_H1fwQpLBy2azMA0u6drjk/s400/chipendalebench.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Well after several trips back to the store to measure, stare and contemplate<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_owgNtZcyv4uxj6-GZrb6XzTvbkyr9nUewZzQfyPpQS8PEEn0h_e-TXTOHkcmmczN5MW-ZBh1E0j74O5Wv0-538JonbMVyOlzH-wBqp2o4utddpX9u8Yk2cgFTejCmNJ3AFf3MNRcgylK/s1600/Chippendalebench.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_owgNtZcyv4uxj6-GZrb6XzTvbkyr9nUewZzQfyPpQS8PEEn0h_e-TXTOHkcmmczN5MW-ZBh1E0j74O5Wv0-538JonbMVyOlzH-wBqp2o4utddpX9u8Yk2cgFTejCmNJ3AFf3MNRcgylK/s400/Chippendalebench.jpg" width="368" /></a></div><br />the old girl is at home where she belongs. Our messy home. Sorry for the picture, but that's life.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARV0aVhEw3kd7wJ_2nEutcKKUsPxOQisltqKLH-IIOzOM2ohIDcj9MLkrsIwHBBkR2ZFMvg0nn3UPUyZtTtUVZy1x6FvEtdrKNHmL96foYMBXsBHJmF061A7p_lgE59qA_DcngsXxYELy/s1600/Benchcloseup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARV0aVhEw3kd7wJ_2nEutcKKUsPxOQisltqKLH-IIOzOM2ohIDcj9MLkrsIwHBBkR2ZFMvg0nn3UPUyZtTtUVZy1x6FvEtdrKNHmL96foYMBXsBHJmF061A7p_lgE59qA_DcngsXxYELy/s320/Benchcloseup.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />She fits like a glove and I love her color, finish and pretty much everything about her. Now I just need to rip down that wallpaper. And paint. And get a new mirror. And pillows. And rug. Don't tell the hubs, but we've got another project ahead people.<br /><br />Story #2 is a story of surprise, drama and intrigue. Or, if you follow me on instagram (<a href="http://instagram.com/littleblackdoor/" target="_blank">follow me here</a>) then it's a story you've already 'heard'.<br /><br />Last Saturday I was on my way to a little store I love to source a table for a client. But I was early and they weren't open yet so I went next door to the Goodwill to <strike>waste time</strike> search for good finds.<br /><br />And as I turned the corner I saw this.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbj0iOB62etaXugXNRZ057px2kbyC8LdkqiF7jkMP8jMok4938ZhnBIuN7IhXipPXsylClrM1HQOWDPP0FuIZ93WCRMbR4L9AJbxOhU82xHAhRFAqjZbVGaUF04Tcxswrk178l2Jp-yPCo/s1600/Goodwillcouch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="393" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbj0iOB62etaXugXNRZ057px2kbyC8LdkqiF7jkMP8jMok4938ZhnBIuN7IhXipPXsylClrM1HQOWDPP0FuIZ93WCRMbR4L9AJbxOhU82xHAhRFAqjZbVGaUF04Tcxswrk178l2Jp-yPCo/s400/Goodwillcouch.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Allow me to read the tag for you. $30 people. (ok, I added the 'people')<br /><br />I took a picture immediately and then took a seat. Comfy. I lifted the cushions. Clean. I looked for stains. Negative (with the exception of one small crayon mark).<br /><br />So with all of these good check marks I of course...walked away. I went on my way next store and went about my regularly scheduled errands. But I kept thinking about it. And thinking about it. We need a new couch for our family room. We'd been planning on just getting a <a href="http://news-these-days.blogspot.com/2012/05/feet-up-or-laying-down.html" target="_blank">slipcovered couch or sectional</a>.<br /><br />Plans change.<br /><br />That night I googled to find out what time Goodwill opened and made a plan to go and get my little honey. Even the biggest snow storm we've had in 30 years wouldn't stop me. I piled my girls in the car, drove 10 miles an hour thru some heavy falling snow and slapped down my $30.<br /><br />Whoop Whoop.<br /><br />She is now <a href="http://news-these-days.blogspot.com/2012/04/take-seat-part-4.html" target="_blank">were I put all my best couches, the garage</a>. And my head is spinning about what to do with her. What colors would you use with her? What patterns? I think I feel an inspiration board coming on. Prepare to hear a lot more about this girl over the next few weeks.<br /><br />Happy Weekend!!

a girl walks into a bar

OK, so it wasn't a bar, but it is still a good story. Two good stories. First, remember this little gem I found a few weeks back? Well a...

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