My Sweetheart Has A First Name...

It's A-N-T-I-Q-U-E... My Sweetheart Has A Second Name

It's T-R-U-N-K...

Mr. Pretties and I (ahahaha I say Mr. Pretties like he's part of the active search mwahahaha) have been searching for the trunk for years. Literally. I've seen many I liked, believe you me, but none that took my breath away (Seriously, you'd be surprised how many old pieces do that too me... you should hear me searching Kijiji and Ebay it sounds like someone's continuously taking their last breath at the computer). I lied. There was one, it was a puny little thing that was very ornate and adorable. Great shape and we could have got a fantastic deal. Not to mention I'd been checking Aberfoyle all summer to see if it was 'still there'. Alas at purchase time Mr. Pretties and I got in a raucous which lead to me stalking off over dramatically and waiting in the car in true spoiled brat style. Hey, don't you judge me, you don't live with Mr. Pretties. Ofcourse the following weekend when we went up to purchase it it was no longer. Murphey's Law. I'll be honest, a few tears were shed over that one.

But as I was stalking (Yes, that's what you call it when you have RSS feed on Kijiji) Kijiji lastnight I came across that beauty dated between 1880 and 1915, at a fabulous deal, in wicked great condition (only missing the trays). We hopped in the car first thing this morning and picked it up from it's home over an hour away. Love. It. As we were hauling it home Mr. Pretties said the silliest thing: 'You're taking that to Aberfoyle, right? You should be able to make a nice profit off that one!' Rriigghhhtttt... for sure I'm going to sell it... to myself. I'm definitely going to sell it after a life long search for my sole mate in wood. Please. Maybe I'll sell Mr. Pretties. He is an antique after all...