MY HUSBAND IS AN AWESOME guy – and the reasons why would fill a book .
The short list is that he is honorable, kind, funny, has put up with me for 26 years, and shares my “affliction” for resale shops, auctions, old junk, and repurposing. YES, I know, I AM BLESSED. We have remodeled our way through more houses than I care to admit in our 26 years together. He is a fantastic carpenter with a real gift for creating unique things into his work.
He supports and encourages me
My husband has always not only supported me in any thing I wanted to try, but he also jumps in and works hard to help me make it happen. I have opened two resale stores, had at least three booths at different markets and malls, hauled hundreds of trailer loads of furniture and junk from storage auction, estate auctions and garage sales. And he, for the most part is always cheerful and fun, no matter how deep I have him invested in something that was not his dream. He does have a saying “We’ve been through a lot together and most of it was your fault”
He buys me gifts
It is not uncommon for him to show up with a gift for me. Now…. it isn’t always what a lot of women would call a romantic gift, like flowers, jewelry etc. Although he has done that, I just don’t think he thought the items were as appreciated as his usual gifts. His usual gifts are very romantic, at least to me, because they are so uniquely my “thing”. For instance, one birthday it was an old hand water pump for my yard that I had been drooling over forever . This thing is four foot high, and it was a couple hundred dollars way back then. We were young, raising babies and poor. I would have never splurged on such a thing for myself back then, but he did and he hauled that heavy thing home, and built me a water fountain that ran into a little pond out of it. Now that, people, is what real romance is.
The best gift ever!
So, he showed up one day with this very primitive wardrobe and a sheepish grin. Now I do not have before pictures and I wish I did. This thing was such dark wood it was almost black, the dirt and oil on it was an inch thick, it had spider webs and mud wasp nests in it. It was so dirty you didn’t notice the carving on it. It was awesome and I was thrilled. He had paid eighty dollars for it. In our area, that is a steal. He sat it up in the carport and started playing around with it. He did this whole thing with spray paint … SPRAY PAINT!
He installed shelves in it and it is my bedroom, it is great storage for our very small bedroom with its tiny closet. I would show you interior pictures but its messy and I would have to take time to organize it a little better.
So, the other day he told me that I can always take that out and sell it or whatever if I want a dresser in that space. I looked at him like he was crazy. Sell it? Ummmm NO. If I had to choose one piece of furniture in our house to keep and let everything else go, I would choose this wardrobe. Even his grandmother’s farm table, awesome as it is, does not hold a piece of my heart like this piece does. Because I look at it everyday and no matter what is going on, I am reminded … that my husband is awesome.