Gone Thriftin’

Some people are addicted to really bad things – things that hurt you.

There are people out there that would say my addiction could hurt me – honestly, it hurts my checking account more.

Hi. My name is Sarah and I am addicted to thifting for furniture.

Its my weakness. I can put back a $0.25 mason jar or a $5 frame but what I cannot resist, for the life of me, is furniture priced to REALLY sell.

Over the weekend as my mom and I were running errands we saw a sign “ESTATE SALE” – like any good addict the car took a sudden u-turn and straight to the source we were headed.

Turns out this was the last day for this particular sell meaning everything was 50% off. Awesome. I didn’t see anything in the house that really caught my eye. wah wah.

Then to the garage I headed. It was like a force in there was pulling me to it.

Meet the force.

The swirls - The knobs - The great legs - The solid wood

Enuf. Said.

I was a gonner. Small problem – I just bought a large dresser and coffee table. Remember?

Lets pause for a moment and thank the good lord that I am a single gal during this addiction. No man would let all this thrifted furniture take up precious garage space.

Anyways, back to the point. I have zero space in my house for these beauties, but I bought them anyways – true to addict form.

I plan on refinishing all three pieces and selling them. You know – because I got no space.

Here is where you get lucky. Before I put my color spin on it, I am going to let someone take “claim” of these lovelies (as a group or individually) and get a custom piece worked right into your current color palate.

If we have no takers then I am going to spruce these diddy’s up myself and sell them.

So – first “dibs” are yours. No set price – tell me what you want to pay for this CUSTOM furniture.

ready. set. go!