O.K. I know I was supposed to take you on the second half of the Iron Horse tour, but I have breaking news. While out junking today I saw a sign for a moving sale, I only stopped because I was literally driving right by. It certainly didn't look promising. You know, gravel driveway, an inexplicable collection of shoes, vacuum cleaners, bikes and fake leather jackets hanging from a chain link fence. See?
But girls, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times: Stop. Get. Out. Of. The. Car.
As I turned the corner around the Arborvitae, there it was.
A vintage windmill...metal...a bit mossy and totally fabulous. Not wanting to seem too eager...I forced myself to paw through old Tupperware, broken china angels and headphones. After a minute, I sauntered over to my beloved, turned to the 2 Russian babushkas sitting on the front porch, and casually asked: "How much for the this?" Babushka #1 says "10 dollars." I pause, then inquire: "Would you take five?"
As babushka #2 is nodding NO, babushka #1 says YES. Into the back of the Dodge it went. I drove directly to the shop, got it out of the van, put it on the sidewalk and hung a price tag on it. I bet my bottom dollar it will be gone within 24 hours.