A fireplace. Growing up my family
had a fireplace and I remember in the winter my sister and I would snuggle with
a bunch of blankets next to it while we watched TV. Lets fast-forward to now
where I own my own house and I don’t have a fireplace. Though a fireplace was
on my “must-have” list, it became a back seat need when we found our beautiful
home. However, my longing to have a fireplace did not go away.
This must be the reason I became
infatuated with the idea of having a faux fireplace in our house. So the search began. I initially found an old
white one in the West Bottoms on a Saturday afternoon. The hefty price tag
deterred me from making the purchase, which in return haunted me until the
following month when the West Bottoms opened up again. This time, making my
hubba hubba tag along, I was sure to get that darn white fireplace.
Of course, my plan did not go as I
expected. We get to the store that the
fireplace is supposed to be at, has to be at, I look high and low on the 3
floors and even ask someone if they still have it. No. it’s gone. This makes me
pout the rest of our shopping trip. I can’t leave empty handed. I came with the
intention of getting that fireplace.
As we leave with my lip sticking
out, I decide to stop into one last store. We walk in and there it is. My
fireplace. It’s not the one I intended on getting. It’s better. Like a million
times better. Unfortunately, the price is higher, too. The owner of the
fireplace sees us eyeing and comes over to give some additional information on
the piece. Then she says those magical words, “if you have cash I can give you
a better offer.” YES! I was ecstatic to be getting a fireplace, better than the
one I originally wanted and it was even at a lower price, too!
I am now the proud owner of my very
own fireplace.
Rather Be Junkin'<3
Heather
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