I’ve looked everywhere for a rustic bench. I searched craigslist, went to thrift stores and even did the slow drive by, of yard sales. The closest I came to getting that perfect bench (until this weekend) was when I spotted one in a neighbor’s yard. It was dusk and I couldn’t fathom knocking on their door so I waited until after work the next day just to find out it was gone. Insert crying sad face here.
Ok lets get back to the flea market. There were vendors from all over, hundreds and hundreds of them selling anything and everything your heart desired. My husband and I roamed around the endless sea of vendors. Every corner we turned there was something new to see. Furniture, candied apples, metal letters, signs, plants, wreaths, fabrics, books, coins, christmas, halloween, you name it we saw it. Even metal marching ants.
I actually saw a couple of contenders for my bench but they were either too small or not quite the look we wanted. I was about to give up and call it a day when we saw this shop that had a couple of benches. My husband sat on one as I chatted up the vendor. I was about to say ok well talk to you later when my husband asked me to sit on the bench he was currently occupying. It was solid, heavy and the wood felt different.