Awhile ago, Erik and I were heading out to his parents house when he spotted a sign for a barn sale. Erik loves a good bargain (and riffling through other people's things) so we dropped Avery off at his Mom and Dad's house and headed out into the country. We found a wonderful old barn filled with tools, fishing poles, furniture and countless little knickknacks and antiques. I'll admit we were both in heaven.
About the same time I had been endlessly searching for a cedar chest on Craigslist for storing all of our blankets. They were all over $75 and I never ended up finding one I liked. Of course at the barn sale there happened to be a whole wall of trunks, all different shapes and sizes. Most of them had "sold" signs on them, but one in particular caught my eye and I pointed it out to Erik. Since there wasn't a price on it, he encouraged me to ask how much they were selling it for. I refused, telling him it would be no less than $100 since it was beautifully detailed and much more interesting than any I'd seen before. Erik was determined to get me the trunk, so he asked barn owners how much they were selling it for. When they said $20, my jaw dropped open and I begged them to hold it for us while we made a mad dash to the nearest ATM to get a nice, crisp $20 bill.
The metal work was dull and rusty, so on the way home I promised Erik that he wouldn't have to do a thing to restore it, and that I was going to clean it up myself. Turned out that Erik was just as excited about the trunk as I was, because within minutes of pulling into our driveway he was sanding and cleaning our antique trunk himself. It has been in living room ever since housing all of our quilts and afghans. It's so unique and beautiful that I can't believe I almost left it sitting in that barn. I'm so lucky to have Erik in my corner.