Monday, February 6th, 2006
This weekend was 50 percent awesome. I won’t go into detail about Saturday, but it involved some food poisoning and many many trips to the bathroom. Sunday, needless to say, was much better. We went to an antique auction in Moundville (the same place I bought our Eastlake bedroom suite).
At first glance, the place looked sort of empty and depressing, more like a garage sale than an “antique” auction. But we actually had a wonderful time and got some good bargains. So did our friends S&B. Wish you all could’ve been there – no wait, that would mean more competition for me.
The largest purchase of the day is the one I’m least certain about. It’s a Queen Anne repro dining room table (with leaf) and six matching chairs. The pieces have a very dark – almost black – finish, which looks nice with the pumpkin-colored walls, and I got it all at a bargain price ($460 for table and chairs) because the underneath needs some screws replaced. The chairs have some grandma-ish green fabric that’s actually sort of cute.
But the Queen Anne stuff looks totally INSANE next to the Eastlake parlor set I adore so much. Oh well, I guess the parlor set will have to relocate. We’ve been needing a dining room table for a while now. We are quickly approaching mooch status, since we’re always visiting our neighbors for dinner and never being able to return the favor.
Another important purchase was a washstand that we plan to convert to a bathroom vanity. That’s right – we’re taking your advice, people. I love this little washstand. It’s got a nice, weathered color and is banged up and pathetic enough that I don’t feel too bad about slicing and dicing it. This was also a bargain (in my opinion) at $105. It’s a little narrow front to back, so we’ll have to buy just the right sink to fit it. We’ll probably remove the top part and hang a mirror/medicine cabinet on the wall behind it.
The rest was just fun stuff. D bought a mandolin for $50. I bought a vintage glass refrigerator set and three wooden RC Cola boxes. Also, last weekend at that antique mall with the sink, I bought a fan with teenage Shirley Temple advertising RC Cola. Note her Hitler-esque staple mustache.
I’m not sure what the recent RC Cola fetish is about, but it might have something to do with the Moon Pies I’ve been eating lately.