It Called Me by Name

I made a run up to Primitiques this morning to do a little work. On my way back home, off the road a bit, I happened to see a yard full of organized items. You know what I'm talking about. Lines of tables with lamps and crocks and glasses and stuff. A couple beds lined up. Organized clutter. Did I mention a lot of tables? Be still my heart.

I turned around, drove up the driveway and exited like I'm not shy. The lady, Judy, was working hard, getting things priced and out. I inquired what time they would be opening their Yard Sale and she told me Friday at 8:00 am. She advised that she won't sell anything before then, as she doesn't think it's fair to sell before then. She said she is running an ad in the paper (crud).

I fully intended to respect her rules. No buying until 8, Friday. Yes, ma'am. And then, I saw it. My heart still beats faster as I think about it. It spoke to me. Do you know what I'm talking about? Nay. It didn't just speak. It called my name.

I turned to Judy and inquired if they would be selling the piece. She said yes. I asked how much. She told me. I offered her more if she would let me take it today. Guess what. It is in my truck at this very moment.

This is a wonderful little lesson that I learned from my friend, Richard at Alston's Old Home Place. "Offer more to secure your purchase." He's told me about doing this for years. I've never had the opportunity, nor the cash. But, today was a different story. And I am declaring myself the winner!

I know. You want to know what it is. Don't you? Sorry. It needs to be cleaned up, worked on, beautified. After that, I will load it up and take it to Poetry or to Athens or to Warrenton...and then, you'll get to see it!

I promise.

Happy Wednesday!
~Mindy