Infatuated with Vintage
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It's no secret I like anything that's old. Anything that reminds me of my childhood. Anything that reminds me of growing up on a farm. Anything that belonged to a relative. Anything that gives me the warm fuzzies. So when I saw this vintage drafting table/cabinet, I had to have it. I needed it to start painting again. I needed it for inspiration. I needed it because it was old and had stains, the light didn't work and the doors wouldn't close properly. Obviously, it needed me too. It was for sale at our local thrift store, Bread of Life. There was also a brand new set of luggage that I needed for an upcoming trip. So I called my husband, Brian, and I told him about the luggage and the cabinet and I told him I really wanted the cabinet. After all my birthday was coming up, right? Well, he came home with the luggage. But not the cabinet. I was heartbroken. But I didn't say anything. I just thought...I'll go buy i