Today I got something amazing from a yard sale down my street. It's a kitchen stool/step-ladder just like the one my grandmother had in her kitchen. When I spotted it as we drove by, I gasped and made the Breadman pull a u-turn. I NEEDED that step stool. As I walked up the sidewalk, I could see there was a sign taped to it. I crossed my fingers it didn't say SOLD. It didn't. However, I soon realized we didn't have enough cash on us. Luckily the grocery store is just down the street and they have an ATM.
It's actually a really good thing I saw that chair because we forgot we were supposed to get the Burrito more milk on our way home. So it was perfect, we got milk and enough cash back to get the chair (doing it that way we also avoided any ATM fees).
The guy having the yard sale was a California surfer-type in his 60s. He said he was happy the stool was going to a nice young couple. I was happy too. He told me it is from the 1950s, not just a reproduction like the ones you can get at Target. I would have been happy with a reproduction, but the fact that it's actually vintage makes it so much better. And even better, it matches my kitchen perfectly!
p.s. I wrote this blog sitting on my new perch as Burrito took a bath in the kitchen sink.
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