I remember the auction. It was in an old tobacco barn. I was no older than seven, and the chickens running through the yard were fascinating to me. My mother, however, was peering into stalls and dusting off pieces that were catching her eye, like spinning wheels and crockery. The woman had an knack for old bottles and milk glass, oxen yolks and tavern signs. She was 27, still a young bride, scuttering about decorating our Cape Cod style North Carolina cottage with things gleaned on the cheap. She tugged me along behind her.
Wonder where I get it?
This piece has had a lot of roles since it came home that day. It's served as a linen closet, a bar, and now as a laptop storage and charging station.
It's always nice when a piece you grew up with becomes a part of your home and your life.