Yesterday Leif and I, along with our friend Jennie (God bless her, she has been my constant companion for the last three weeks), went to the flea market. I love flea markets. Stalls and stalls of dioramas into peoples' minds and their inner obsessions. Incredible collections of cutlery, long parted from their sets. Old maps, yellowed with age. Wooden soda crates with names like 7up or Coca Cola scripted on the side. Salt and pepper shakers for days on end...
Last year we made it a goal of ours to get rid of all of our Ikea furniture (even though I kind of love the place, like a lot) and replace them all with pieces that were more likely to stand the test of time. Whatever that means. The media cabinet was the last piece that needed replacing. Well, except for the furniture we had bought for the nursery. Those pieces still sit in our second bedroom, ignored and neglected for the most part.
In almost twelve months we haven't been able to find something in the style that we both like that would also fit all of Leif's audio/visual components. Yes, I am married to an electronic geek. However, he is married to a nerdy scientist-type so it all evens out in the end. We really weren't expecting much after many similar unsuccessful trips, but we were given a pleasant surprise in the form of a 50s/60s smallish media cabinet being sold for $45.
It needs work but we tend to like projects so, good for us.
We probably won't have time to finish it before we leave but we will give it a shot anyway. It is a good way to keep myself busy. Busy is useful. Busy keeps me living in the real world instead of inside my head. A dangerous place for me these days.






