I've returned my attentions more to the basement in the last couple days, as it occurred to me that I could sell some furnishings that I couldn't fit into the car to take to the garage sale. Which, in case I didn't make clear, was 100 miles away and not in the Portland city limits. I took them to Village Merchants' new location. I have an overabundance of end tables since I got all the furniture from my mother-in-law last year. I don't want to hang onto them until I move, whenever that is. I traded the tables and other small things for some cotton curtains and other needed supplies. The curtains can go across my new closet opening on the tension rod I got the other day, after I wash them.
I think it's time I found some new favorite thrift shopping places. But then again maybe it's good that I'm not hunting too much.
I went to IKEA on Saturday with a couple of lady friends. I feel a little guilty shopping there, but when I think about how I only bought one stick of new furniture in years, I don't feel too bad. I got a metal trestle leg thing to hold up one end of the desk I built for myself nine years ago. I tried looking for a sawhorse I could salvage, but nowadays the sawhorses are all beefy, almost pony-sized. A lot of them are made of that heavy duty plastic too. The trestle is dainty and above all, coordinates with the rest of the desk.
It looks like the old lady could use a new coat of paint. I used a white stain when I made it and now it's covered with other kinds of stains. The top looks a little lopsided here, but it's nothing a couple magazines (Oprah and Martha!) won't fix.
I'm glad that Portland is so fond of leaving stuff on the sidewalk for people to find and re-use. I'm going to put the metal-and-particle board shelf unit that was holding up the left end of the desk out tomorrow. I don't want to give out my address here, but if you know me and if it's a nice day tomorrow then you might find something outside my driveway!
