The Story of the Hungarian Chest
This story is back in the days of the minivan and small children. Thank goodness those days have passed (I know I am supposed to be sad about it but I rarely am. I really love my life now!) Ok, shall we continue…
My kids were home from school and I decided to take a trip to the thrift store, thinking we would just run in and out. We entered the store and there it sat. I stopped in my tracks. A very old, handmade farmhouse chest. Three large drawers on the bottom, two smaller up top. Keyhole drawers. However, really, really, big and equally as heavy. My kids said, "You are not going to buy that, are you Mommy? It won't fit!”
I bought it.
They were right. It didn’t fit.
The kind thrift store workers took it outside and looked dubiously at my van. They measured it and for the first time ever...the furniture was too big for the minivan.
On top of the van it went. With very thin string (see pic!).
I drove so carefully home. Every bump and dip in the road made my stomach lurch in fear.
Finally, we made it home! Just as we arrived, the skies darkened. How fortunate that a very kind, unlucky tall neighbor was walking his dog and stopped to help my 14 year old son and me get it off the roof before the heavens opened. If not for his help, it may finally have met its demise crashing into bits onto my driveway.
And here it is!
