Saturday, September 3, 2011

The dog is howling upstairs, despite the fact that he knows full well that I am down in the basement.  Maxwell and I are off to look at a vintage bamboo buffet that a friend has offered for our deck. 
The rusty metal thing that we currently use for serving, potting plants and general holding of stuff may be on borrowed time. 
Maxwell and I found it on the side of the road a few years ago, while out walking one evening and wheeled it home about 20 blocks. 
I don't set out to mortify my children, by pushing cast off furniture through the streets, but sometimes it happens.

1 comment:

  1. I think we're both the descendents of tinkers or knackers or something, which is why we have no shame. It's what makes you my friend, among other things. Also: sense of quality when it comes to food and utterly neglectful home décor style, right? Or is that just me. I think it's mainly me.