Ode to Craigslist

The other day I was certain that I was finally going to buy a lovely kitchen table I have had my eye on for a month or two at my favorite vintage shop in Logan Square. It had all the right details and was just what I have been looking for. The prefect vintage table with shabby chic details. It was a bit pricey (for me, anyway), but I decided I was going to go ahead and buy it and just be done with it. And I could leave my old table to someone who needs it here in Chicago.

With much excitement, I drove to the shop and looked the table over. It was a bit rougher than what I remembered from window shopping. It would require sanding, painting, reinforcing the wood in a place or two. Don't get me wrong, this is what I love to do - create beauty from a disaster. BUT, that's why you pay garage sale prices. So you can do all the work. I just could not bring myself to spend that much on something that I was going spend time rehabbing.

Sigh.
Leave the store.
Perhaps Denver will provide just the thing.

Fast forward to 24 hours later. My roomie is looking on Craigslist for a folding table for her new place. Lo and behold! She stumbles upon the most lovely drop leaf table that is on sale for a mere $30 dollars (The owner originally spent $175 on it at an antique shop in TN...)!!! Not just any old drop leaf table. This one is near identical to the one I had my eye on and decided not to buy. BUT it's in much better condition and has even more lovely details.

What in the world??

I proceed to write in haste an e mail to the owner expressing just how interested I am and that I can swing by to pick it up at any time.

After re-reading my first e mail, I realize it is near incoherent from how excited I was.

Let's try this again... I send another e mail telling her I am a legitimate buyer (despite my rough English in the first e mail).

I get to pick it up TONIGHT!!!

Pictures to come.

Many more pictures to come when I arrive in Denver and get to set up home sweet shabby home.