Have I mentioned before that I love Craigslist? I mean, I'm just not sure what we did without it. We could troll yard sales, sure, or visit thrift shops, but CL is just so darn convenient (and searchable!) that it's hard to imagine finding deals any other way.
But it's also dangerous. Not just in the obvious way (Craigslist Killer!) but in the omg-I-saw-this-thing-on-Craigslist-but-I-didn't-get-it-in-time-and-now-I-can't-get-it-out-of-my-head kinda way.
Here's how our living room looked a while back... like, sometime in 2011. Lots has changed since this photo was taken (the curtains are no longer high-waters, the end tables have been rearranged, the photos were replaced with a plate wall, etc.), but one thing that has remained the same since we bought our house 5 years ago has been the coffee table.
My mom gave it to us because it came with some end tables she bought, and they didn't need it. So it was free. And you can't beat free. I thought about painting it a number of times because it has more honey tones in it than the rest of our furniture, but I just never got around it. Plus, I never really liked it all that much anyway.
This is where my love of Craigslist comes in. I've longed for a lineberry cart ever since I saw one on there months ago, but at $300, it just didn't make sense to buy it. Sad. Ever since then, I've seen them everywhere! Well, my search for one was reinvigorated last weekend, and I scored this baby for $140.
If you've done your lineberry cart research, you'll know that that is one heck of a steal. (The norm for an unfinished one is about $300.)
No, it's not all shiny and refinished, but honestly, I kind of like it that way. Plus, I've heard that the refinished ones go for $700+. If I ever decide that I must have a shiny lineberry cart, I can always refinish this one because the wood is in really great condition. But I really love how the dark tones of the hardware and the weathered wood tie into the color of our leather sofa. It's a definite improvement over the honey oak table that was there before.
Let me tell you one thing though. This sucker was no joke to get into the house. It weighs about as much as I do and I had to help Steven carry it from my car, through the front door, and then into the living room. I about died. But it was worth it.
Have you heard the mantra that every room must have something old in it? Well this is our old thing. Unless you count Pearl. But two old things are better than one, right?