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Some Craigslist Lovin' ....

But not the personal add kinda lovin'....

Back story:

Ian and I....we have history, with our furniture.

Each piece we have come to own has it's own little story.  And many of those stories begin, with a Craigslist ad.  

Like our beautiful writing table we got for a steal.  We picked that up from a lovely lady living on a nun convent.  

Our matching TV stand, a young girl getting ready to move to California.

Our sectional, a lady who drove a very nice mustang, and had the sectional in storage,  brand new, with the tags.  

The list goes on...we have sold tons of stuff of CL as well.  We have easily saved hundreds on CL.  We love a good deal.  

Now, I know of many people who have tried CL once or twice and had horrible outcomes.  Like, delivering a TV to the ghetto and hanging out with crazy toothless people in BestBuy to help pick out a sound system to go with the TV.  I am sure, while it was happening, it was scary and annoying, but a funny story to look back on and chuckle.  It happens. But all in all, CL is super.  Need a roommate?  Look on CL.  Need a new bff? Look on CL!  Dog kennel? CL!  Thought a chick was checking you out in the QuickTrip parking lot?  CL, missed connections has you covered.  And the FREE section is like a playground for hoarders.  

But my point.  We struck CL gold on this one.  Pinterest has me interested in DIY decor ideas and just design decor in general.  I was surfing for ideas for our entryway on the new house and found a buffet table on CL...




I thought there was no way that something this gorgeous would be in our budget, but it sure was!  Come to find out, the piece was waiting for us at a local antique store.  We snagged it just in time because rumor on the street was that many other people had called on it and was eagerly wanting to pick it up as well.  Our main floor is going to have dark stained knotty pine trim with dark hardwood floors, so I think the piece is really going to pop!  I have a feeling we will be going back for future furniture pieces.  I love the idea of having something that is unique.  Something that someone took the time and love to create.  

The piece has some history of its own.  A local lady creates masterpieces out of ugly duckling pieces of furniture that need some lovin'.  And she does such a fantastic job.  It is really a bit of an art form.  And to my absolute joy, I found that she is also a BLOGGER!   Check out her stuff:


The above picture are HER pictures.  I hope she doesn't mind me borrowing them to show off her work and my new piece of furniture.  Sometimes it's easier to ask for forgiveness then permission. Eeek.

But anyways, I am so pleased with our purchase, and I can't wait to see how it looks in our entryway.  I would love to try my hand at some DIY projects but I figured I would leave the big, more expensive, and important projects to the professionals.  This piece will be my muse.  

Well there you have it.  Craigslist, Pinterest; you have created a monster.  

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