When I Visit My Dealer

I have a furniture stalker.
Sounds weird doesn't it?

When I first moved into my condo, I decided to hold off getting any new furniture until I lived there for a while and had a feeling for what would really work in the space. I'm glad I did because I didn't really know my style at that time. Thanks to the first year of living here I realized that Mid-Century Modern suited my aesthetic the best.

This means I love furniture that is used. It's considered antique, but a lot of it is surprisingly reasonably priced. I've scoured antique stores and Cr@ig$li$t.

From one such ad, I found myself at the home of very lovely woman with some beautiful furniture. I learned that she shops estate sales as a hobby, buys beautiful pieces then fixes them, polishes them up and sells them for fun.

My dresser - procured from my furniture stalker!

Not a matching set - but lovely nonetheless.

She finds pieces that match my taste exactly. All I just watch for her posts, and text her that I want to stop by! I just saw her this week, and because she has so many random customers... she had no idea who was turning up. When she opened her door, her face brightened and she exclaimed, "Hey, I know you!" and gave me a hug. I passed on the sofa this time... but we joked about how she knows she'll see me again.

"I'm your 'dealer'!", she joked.
"No, no... I tell everyone you're my furniture stalker! You stalk the furniture and I stalk you!"

If you think I'm sharing my source here, you're nuts!