I was spending my spare time in a Flea Market, as I often do, when I happened to come across a piece that I fell in love with. (It is moments like this that lead me to the conclusion that yes, there is a such thing as love at first sight) It was a short piece. It looked like it was a trunk. It was painted baby blue. The paint was clearly old. It had decals that proved its age which like the paint, were starting to fade. I knew that I wanted it, without even inspecting its wear, condition, functionality or practicality. With the gut feeling that this was a treasure I was not going to be able to afford I first forced myself to turn over the tag and reveal the high price. But alas! The price was not high at all! It was more than not high! It was cheap! This really had my excitement nerves jumping! Now it was time to inspect!

        I went to lift the lid of the "trunk" to soon realize that this vintage piece was not a trunk at all! It was a small two drawer dresser. The bottom drawer was missing its brackets so that it no longer could slide in and out. The side of the dresser had a large crack down one board revealing that the whole piece could crumble any minute. Truly it's surprising that it held its own just while we were hauling it to the front of the flea market. But by goly, I loved this small dresser that looked like a trunk and there was no way I was leaving it behind! Did I have a spot for it in my house? no. Did that matter? no. Would it fit in my car...? YES!! SOLD! 

           The small dresser now is the furniture piece that houses my turtles' cage. It is perfect! Perfect size and perfect height! It was like a planned it! But in the wide world of flea marketing, garage saling, picking, diving, and simply just rummaging there is no planning. When you see it, buy it, for treasure is not easily found!

A close up of the decal on the top of the dresser

A look at the front of the dresser