Craigslist

My paramour. My inamorata. My one true love: Craigslist.

People say Craigslist is full of crap.

And?  It is.
It’s totally full of junk and overpriced oak hutches from 1980.

However?  Craigslist is also the source of all awesomeness.  The hutches are just there to scare off the non-believers… To test your faith and weed out the heretics.

Craigslist is like an estate sale, an antique store, and trash night, all rolled into one and delivered to your house.

If you’re not monitoring Craigslist for your heart’s desire?  You’re an idiot. And I LOVE that about you… because it leaves more for ME.

My greatest Craigslist find ever!  An antique Victorian Eastlake wardrobe, out of a Philadelphia Brownstone.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

So apparently this blog is too lazy to write itself…

I’ve been incredibly busy with important end-of-summer projects:

  • Vacation.
  • Recovering from vacation.
  • Shoving books into my head as fast as I can.

However, I’m never too busy to look on Craigslist for a new, unwieldy object of desire that I cannot live without.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Better Living Through Craigslist.

Paul was on vacation last week.  A luxurious time of non-stop projects and all-day banging, sanding, sawing, powerwashing, and twenty-seven trips to Home Depot.

At the beginning of the week, he sat down to make his list of things to do.  I was excited, because there was a project I’d been waiting for him to find time for.  I must have been hanging around his list-making too eagerly because he looked at me, looked back at his list, and immediately crossed out the first item.  He said—hand me that marker.  I was delighted!  My requirements were getting top billing and in the bold sharpie they deserve.  He wrote:

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Central Park—Mini.

I adore anything old, vintage, antique, musty, peeling, dirty, dusty, phenomenal, giant, ornate, Victorian, heavy, gothic, shiny, in need of rescue…  Regardless of cost, effort, or aggravation to Paul.

So?  How much do I love these?

Even more than Paul loved hauling roughly four hundred pounds of concrete.