Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The Bench



One of my favorite places in my house is my front entry. I love this bench. When I look at it, I don't just see a bench, I see a memory.
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It was Autumn. My kids were little -- 1 and 3. Our house was only a few months old, and void of furniture. One day Matt and I decided to take an excursion to Orange County so that we could check out an antique swap meet that we had heard rumors about. My friend Candi told me it was the place to go to find cool old stuff. I love cool old stuff with a past so off we went. According to Candi, we had to be there when the doors opened because that's when the pickings were best. So we stayed in a hotel right next door to the Swap so that we could be in line at 5:30 a.m.

It was a crisp morning. Eden and Claire were bundled up in coats riding along in a double stroller. We ate homemade doughnuts coated in cinnamon sugar we purchased from a vendor and wandered all over the place hunting for treasure -- which was abundant in the various booths that covered the asphalt. Candi wasn't lying -- it was heaven for a person like me. As we meandered through the booths, I came upon a man who made things out of old antique beds. In the corner of his stall, I spied a bench frame minus the seat. I saw possibilities and decided I had to have it. 'Matt!!' I yelled. 'This is it! We need this for our entry way!' Matt inspected the bench and remarked ' Hummmmm. I could make a seat for this .... yeah, it's pretty cool!' Matt loved it too and I assumed that Eden and Claire agreed because they climbed all over it as we haggled for a price - $100. We bought the bench and it has been living with us ever since. The bench was the first major piece of furniture we bought for our Temecula house. It's been a great place to rest our bones when we put on, and take off shoes. And for a time, it was a great spot for "time outs."

Every time we have a new visitor at our door, they say 'I like your bench! Where did you find it?' Sometimes they even ask if I would be willing to part with it, and they make an offer 'If you ever want to get rid of that thing, call me first, ok?' They use the words "old thing" to hide the fact that they know it's a treasure -- one they want for their own front entry.

Everyone loves the bench ... but not as much as me.

1 comment:

Amy said...

And most people just go to the furniture store - they have no idea what they're missing. My DH has mat quite a few pieces of our furniture - it's wonderful to have a talented spouse isn't it? I found your blog via your jewelry shop - both are wonderful!