Every once in a while Wesley has a very valid point and knocks me down a rung or two on my ladder. It is very well known that my frugal nature makes me have a tendency to hoard others' discarded items and redo them. Painting, refinishing, new hardware - I love to do it all.
Thanksgiving weekend was especially fruitful for me as I got an "heirloom" rocking chair from an aunt and a cabinet that will soon become our bedside table. I say "heirloom" because we may or may not have told that to Wesley to increase my chances of getting to take it home. Whoopsidaisies. And no, he never reads what I write on here, thank goodness.
As I pulled in to the shop on Sunday morning with my lovely new-to-me cabinet, Wesley was strangely silent. I did my best to defend myself.
"Honey, just think how much money we save when I redo all this furniture myself."
His reply?
"I'm just worried about the day that we're going to have to build a $100,000 house to store your $10 finds in."
Damn. I hate it when he's right.
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