A long time ago, not long after we moved in, I signed up for a few of those community/getting rid of junk sort of websites. Preloved has been useful on the odd occasion that we've managed to pick up some decent kids bikes for a couple of quid that were actually great finds. A nosey sort, I did like to keep an eye on Freecycle - never got anything from it but found some sort of humour in eyeing up other peoples' random cast-offs (normally so random they couldn't even Ebay it and had to try giving it away) Bizarrely Freecycle seemed particularly attractive to me at times when I should have be weeding/cleaning out animals/changing nappies etc....
The correlation between my Freecycle interest and my actual 'free' time was noticed by my adoring wife who immediately nipped this, my one enjoyable escapist activity, in the bud pretty quickly when the kids really started to smell and the weeds crowded the upstairs windows. Once pushed I did however take solace in removing my Freecycle account that I would now longer receive the fifteen plus hourly emails that it automatically forwarded to me desperate to let me know that someone within forty miles was giving away a used lightbulb from a non-smoking home.
Recent thoughts about sorting the more aesthetic side of the house have been causing me to ponder garden features. Little snippets of interest that we can cautiously arrange with great effort to look like a natural or carelessly placed visual feast amongst the bushes have been tingling my creative tastebuds. Of course we could just go to B&Q with a credit card and pack a van full of slate monoliths or bamboo arbours but, light wallet aside, that sort of commercial, conveyor belt décor wouldn't feel right in our rustic, proper old house garden alongside a pallet fence strawberry planter and bee garden. I was thinking more old ploughs, milk churn planters, trombone water features and unique stuff made from junk. Back to Preloved and Freecycle then...
Actually since I restarted the sites this week I happened upon some local rubbish on a trip out that will keep me and my workshop occupied for the moment (more on these soon) but none-the-less signing onto Freecycle proved on this occasion to be an instant hit, validating my entire previous interest and justifying my removal from nappy duty for some considerable time.
Would you believe that on my first look at the local group a listing had been added an hour before for an item located six miles away. FREE to anyone that arranged to collect it. Instantly I wanted it. I have no ability to use it but I wanted it. The timing suggested it was meant to be, however...
It is heavy. So heavy that I would need to organise four friends to help us move it. But I wanted it.
It is large. So large that I would have to hire a van to move it and we would have to permanently swap our living room with our dining room just to accommodate it. But I wanted it.
After a few phone calls, logistical arrangements and a long night of shuffling furniture between rooms we went to see it for the first time today. It was classy. It was beautiful. We bought it home, all battling and sweating to get it into the house, even the horrendous downpour switched off for the exact time it took to move it from house to van and van to house. Like destiny.
It fits perfectly in our new dining room and looks extraordinary. Two immediate thoughts; I am now going to have to revisit a childhood pastime and fit it into my already crammed existence and my mum is going to be outrageously jealous.
I still cannot believe someone wanted to give away such an incredible and valuable item. I'm not sure what the rules of Freecycle are but we might have to wander back with a bottle of something special next time we are passing.
Until then sit back, adore and feel ever so slightly smug.
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| Amidst the hoovering Karen couldn't help but stop and admire the new furniture |
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| Piano - Collard and Collard. Dress - models own. |