Five Bwa-ucks!

Summer has nearly flown the coop and so has this hen with her rambunctious bunch.

This week was especially taxing, taxiing kids to and from school for activities at 7:00, 8:00, 9:00, 10:00 and 11:30 a.m. with a final pickup at 1:00 p.m.

Thursday afternoon as I waited to make a left-hand turn toward school, I spied a pair of lime green chairs sitting on the sidewalk outside the corner thrift store. I seldom shop such sales because my luck with "finds" is next to nil. And based on our current home "collection," I should probably be holding such a sale rather than attending one.


However, I have a fetish for old chairs. And when they POP out on the street and catch my eye, I find myself pulling over for a look. On this day, I checked my wallet and found a single $5 bill in my possession. I laughed thinking that sum wouldn't amount to a purchase. But I needed a break from the weekly grind. And this sale was IT!

Most items on the sidewalk sale had price tags attached. The chairs did not. I went inside the store to browse, made the full round, checked the bookshelves for Essie Summers novels and finding none, proceeded to the checkout for small talk and an inquiry.

"What are you asking for those two lime green chairs sitting out on the sidewalk?" I asked. The man smiled and replied, "I was thinking $3 a piece or two for $5."

I raised my eyebrows, handed him my lone $5 bill and said, "I'll take them."

"They're pretty old," he said. I nodded, "But they're sturdy, right?"

He nodded, led me outside and pointed to the cracks in the vinyl creases.

"That's okay," I said, "They'll be perfect for my porch."

He helped me load them into the car to take home.

After I washed and disinfected the pair, I set them on the back step wondering what could make the grouping cozier.

To my surprise, the colorful indoor/outdoor rooster rug, that I'd found last week while waiting at Fleet Farm for our car's leaky tire to get patched, accented the chairs wonderfully.

Next I pulled the rooster "Welcome" sign (made years ago by my grandparents) from the screen porch, cleaned it up and switched it out with the "Velkommen" pig.

Presto!

Our back entrance
became almost
more enticing
than our
front entrance.

(Note: There's now trim on the new storage unit under the three-season porch!)







Best of all:

Now this hen can fly the coop
and relax in peace
on her back step
when while her roosters crow!

Not bad
for

Five Bwa-ucks!