A piece of furniture I loved is missing from our old entry room, and I'm absolutely ecstatic about it! The giddiness is twofold. About a month ago I found a piece of furniture I adored (no holds barred obsessed with). The seller didn't reply to my e-mail and I assumed it had sold. A few days ago it appeared again for a much higher price, but the seller was kind enough to agree to sell it for the previous price. This in itself is a good thing, but to subsidize the purchase I decided to sell a lovely old Victorian wingback I had. It needed work, and with so many projects around here it was languishing and taking up space.
|"I'm gonna be a star!"|
A day after I posted it someone e-mailed to buy it, but this was no ordinary buyer. As it turns out he was a buyer for a production company, and would be buying it for use it an upcoming movie (yes, I know what and who, but would rather not risk ruining a good thing). He and the set decorator went though every room taking pictures of every detail, cataloging things they may be interested in renting for future projects. It was so lovely to meet people for once that loved my worn and dilapidated antiques as much as I do. Even better, our house has been added to the list of possible filming locations for the company.
Now I'm not one who has ever dreamed of being a movie star, but seeing some of the objects we've rescued, let alone our home, on the silver screen would be utterly thrilling. I'm pretty sure this is how pretty young starlets feel when they book their first embarrassing pharmaceutical commercial.
It's not all rainbows and kittens around here though, the red dog is sick and in pain, and Daphne won't shift into anything but second. Nothing's ever simple...