However, the next day Molly fell ill with extreme itching and off we went to see the vet where we left him $151 and something cents. Ai yi yi. No vintage stovetop. By Monday evening, while watching Dancing With the Stars, I was getting kind of twitchy myself just thinking about the stovetop and wondering if some other gal had snagged it.
By eight in the morning, we were at our favorite breakfast restaurant only to discover that a pipe had burst and they were not open. Fine. Straight to the flea market without breakfast. Nothing like doing business on an empty stomach. The owner said, "I can tell when people are on a mission." John did some dickering and got the piece for ten per cent less. (It was already marked down.) Perfect! Even more perfect was that it fit into the trunk. =D
Off for a leisurely breakfast without worrying about whether the stovetop would be there. Funny thing is that on the way back home, I think I saw the base of this stove sitting on the side of the road. I don't want the base preferring a more cobbled look, but still...'twas interesting.
Here it is waiting for its scrubbing.
And here it is in place...
And here it is side by side with the photoshopped stovetop seen in yesterday's post...
The photoshopping really did help me decide that it would work and that I would like it. I stole the stovetop for photoshopping from this picture.
Isn't she sweet? Six thousand dollars sweet. You can check it out right *here.*
This is what happened to the platters that switched places with my former cookbook nook.
I don't know if you can tell, but the faux leaves are held on the branches by those itty-bitty clothespins available in craft stores. Love them!
Now all I have to do is tidy up the place. Funny how bringing something new into the house creates so much of a mess.
So tell me, what was the last thing you dragged home?