5th July 2018
They say things happen for a reason, and today was no exception. We needed to get the dresser finished so that it could go on the Facebook market place. Kelli mixed the paint, and I stained the drawer fronts. Mid afternoon it was complete, so we went off hunting for more stuff.
We stopped off at Habitat for humanity a store that sells surplus furniture and reusable building materials. This is the place we will source as much as we can for the house conversion. There were pallets of OSB selling at $120 for thirty sheets, the equivalent new would be over $500, so a place worth knowing. Kelli was like a kid in a toy shop, she found sinks, kitchen units and a pair of ten foot high glass panelled doors. I said that we will not be building a cathedral, and maybe wait until the design is finalised before spending.
Our next stop was Goodwill. Within a short time we found some amazing chairs, a total of six, although one was crudely repaired, so we grabbed four. Kelli also found some old books that she wanted to use as props for pictures. There were some classic titles, and a Spanish/English dictionary, at the time I wasn’t sure why.
On the way back we agreed to post the chairs as they were, with an option to paint them. So that is what she did.
The posting went on at 7.00pm and the first person to respond did it in SPANISH!. Kelli rushed to find the dictionary, managed to decipher it, and replied. By 7.30 pm we had a sale, and just after 8.00pm the lady and her daughter came to collect. There was a frantic rush to get them ready. Kelli discovered that one chair had a missing glide. All that was left was a sheared screw that I could not remove”Where’s the Scratch Guard?” Kelli called. I was too engrossed in trying to remove the bloody screw, and snapped ” I don’t know what a scratch guard is” and carried on trying to grip what was left of this screw. ” I need a grinder” I began jumping around like a impatient Basil Fawlty shouting “grinder! Where’s a grinder?” By now Kelli had found the Scratch Guard and was running around like a manic Manuel trying to find something to grind the broken screw down. ” Get the Dremel!, get the Dremel!,” I sounded now more like Hitler. Off she scurried into the house. The situation was getting tense because the lady was on her way, and we didn’t want to be unprepared. Kelli came back Dremel in hand. ” Plug it in, Plug it in” I demanded, I seemed to have got into the habit of repeating myself. I started to grind down the screw, sparks were flying, so things were happening. “Take the other three glides off the legs” Kelli calmly advised ” its better that way, so it doesn’t rock”. So that is what I did.
All this happened so quickly, I was still bathed in sweat when the lady arrived.
There was no problems, I loaded them into her truck, and she was gone. Kelli and I did a double “high five” as this was the fastest sale so far.
Another Lifetime to go 