Last Saturday's yard sales were turning out to be a lunchbag-let down. Until I found this baby...
I spotted it through all of the clutter, sitting on a low-rise porch off the driveway in plain view. I pointed towards it and asked a rather leading question-
"The clam shell?......"
waiting for the obligatory -
"It's not for sale!"
Instead what I got was a wonderful -
"Honey, you can have it for twenty bucks if you can move it off of there."
I was dumbfounded. Until I walked over and tried to budge it. It wouldn't move, not even a little bit.
Now this is where I tell you that I actually left that yard sale without buying it.
But wait! There is a method to my madness....
You see, I knew only hubby could help me with this one, I needed his strength to get that baby from her porch to mine. But I thought it would be better to make sure he liked it before I purchased it. What restraint on my part! Anyway, hubby did like it too and it actually took him and another strong brute to lift it into the truck - where it is still sitting until I make up my mind where exactly I want it to go. I am famous for moving things around but this clam shell is way too heavy for nonsense like that. It probably weighs close to 400 pounds!
It's missing it's pedestal but I think I may just lay it in the garden somewhere. The hole that you see is the place a pump would fit in so we could turn it back into the fountain that it was. Just not sure yet.
So Saturday's yard sales didn't turn out to be a bust afterall. Hubby is always amazed at the treasures I unearth. My favorite part of a Saturday has to be the look on his face whenever he sees what I have dragged home. :)