I still have tons of photos from Saturday's farm auction to post, but in the meantime, I'll tell you about the greatest purchase that Clint and I made. The auction advertised tools and farm implements, so we were surprised to spy a gorgeous cedar chest back in the background, with a few other stray pieces of furniture. We set our top dollar, and waited.
Clint had reminded me to keep a poker face about me when our item was up, so when the bidding began, I remained stoic. Bored. I didn't even notice that it was my boyfriend bidding on that chest, $50 OHMYGOD, IT WAS SOLD TO US FOR ONLY $50!!! CARTWHEELS, IF ONLY I COULD DO A CARTWHEEL!
Isn't it gorgeous? We did a bit of research, and think it was built in the 40s. There's a skeleton key and a working lock, and it is pristine.
Our first piece of new furniture for the new upstairs. God, we are both so proud and excited! We coo and coo over it.
Monday, however, didn't start out as well as the weekend had been. Clint got off work at 7 a.m., and went straight to the country casa, while I prepared for work. I was speaking to him on the phone as I readied to leave for work, nonchalantly throwing out, "I can't find my keys." We talk, I search, we talk...I search....and finally I just had to get to some hardcore searching.
Nothing. No keys. The spare key was in Clint's truck, so I had to break down and ask him to bring me the spare. I e-mailed my boss, and waited.
Clint arrived, we searched for a few more minutes before I noted that I was then 1 hour late for work, and I simply had to go. I grabbed my bag and marched by the sink, only to have this catch my eye:
Need a close-up shot?
The CAT! I'd carried groceries and my purse in the night before, and set everything on the side of the counter. She had toyed with the keys and batted them right into the kitchen drain.
To make matters WORSE...
...sadly, sickenly worse...
...I can hardly bear to share this with you...
...the cat, in the middle of the night, knocked over a glass of water I'd left on the counter.
Our beautiful, 70-year-old cedar chest had been pushed up against the counter so that we could walk through the dining area...
The water poured all over the top of the chest, and sat, apparently for hours.
God, our beautiful chest; the top of it is ruined. RUINED, we want to lash out! Ruined, ruined, ruined; how did this happen to us? Stupid Cat! Stupid water! Stupid us!
When I stopped wanting to vomit (ok, I still want to vomit), I decided that there's nothing to be done but to fix this. Stripping, sanding, staining, and re-beautifying the chest is in my future; I've already begun reading up on proper procedures.
If you have any experience or advice—patch it or refinish the top entirely?—I'd *love* to hear it.
And if you're in the market for a sometimes cuddly, sometimes spastic cat with some current behavioral issues, it's a good time to make an offer.
I'm still mad at her.
Hurry up, before I fall in love with her again.