Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Antique Louis Vuitton Trunk for $5
As in Mr. Louis Vuitton.
Yes, you read that right.
He's also very old. About 125 years, as near as I can tell from my research. And guess what else?
He cost me five dollars! That's right. FIVE DOLLARS!
Can I get a Hallelujah?
Of course, when grandparents come for a visit, he still doesn't out-shine little Miss Vintage Violet. She's always the star of the show around here.
But anyway, here's the story.
Back before little Miss Vintage Violet came along, hubby and I used to go yard-saling on Saturday mornings. Hubby wasn't raised in a yard-saling home, like I was, and so he has never fully understood it's mysteries. But he's cheap, so he's grateful for my penny-pinching ways.
One morning, we were in a pretty nice neighborhood, yard-saling away. We went into one house's garage, and to be truthful, I walked right past poor Louis. I think I was looking at some vintage tea-cups. Something I find hard to pass by. My husband, starting to learn the ropes of yard-saling, came over to me and whispered in my ear "Is Louis Vuitton a good name brand?"
I think my squinty little eyes opened to the size of silver dollars. I whispered back, "yes. Where did you see it?"
"On the lock of that old trunk."
This was when I started hyper-ventilating and praising Jesus. But I quickly got it together as the home-owner was nearby, and I wanted to feel her out. To see what she knew.
Me, to home-owner. "How much do you want for that old trunk?"
"Hmmm... It's pretty old." Old said as if it were a bad word. "Can you tell me anything about it? Do you know how old it is?"
"Well," she said. "We got it from an older man who used to keep his tools in it. So, that's why it's so dirty and rough looking. I don't really know anything else about it."
Me, never able to resist the chance to haggle and thinking about the teensy apartment we called home, "would you take five dollars?"
Kind Home-owner: "Sure!"
So, we took him home, wrapped him in enormous trash-bags, and put him in the scary basement of the old building we lived in.
Poor Louis probably thought he'd been forgotten. But really, he'd just been bought by people who had absolutely no room for his large stocky self!
Fast forward a year and a half later. Hubby and I bought our first home and, in a frantic burst of renovating energy due to the anticipation of Miss Vintage Violet's arrival, finished remodeling our living room. Louis was retrieved from our basement, and now sits as the center piece of our living room. I probably tell everyone who remotely acknowledges his existence about what a great find he was. And I'm grateful to my hubby for his good eye and for letting me watch reality T.V., which is probably where he heard people gushing about Louis Vuitton in the first place, because all of my vinyl handbags come from Target.
For now, he makes an awesome coffee-table.
He's just the right size for propping up feet.
Put an adorable baby on him, and he makes a great photo prop.
And sometimes not.
Yes that's a basket of crap sitting on top of Louis. He has had many prettier things resting upon him, but since Mr. Vintage Violet thinks every level surface is an invitation for him to clutter, we have compromised. That's what marriage is all about, right? And somehow a basket of crap bothers me a lot less than a pile of crap. I've even stopped putting it away when company comes. I just try to tidy up the crap inside the basket a little, and call that good enough.
One of the things I love about Louis is I think his leather-trimmed edges are gonna make for great baby-proofing.
Cause this girl can't wait to start moving.
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