Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Proud New Owner?

What prey-tell am I the new owner of????  Well, I am the owner of a lovely handmade wooden toolbox.  However, this particular toolbox has a story behind it.

Over the weekend the hubby and I decided to clean out the garage.  Our new home doesn't have a basement and so we no longer have a storage room.  Where has all of our "storage" stuff (AKA junk) been stashed?  Well, in the garage of course!  We have a three car garage that we can barely squeeze one car in to.  So, we felt the need to declutter.

Declutter we did!  We made piles of stuff to take to D.I. (a thrift store).  Piles of stuff for the garbage.  Piles of stuff to store.  Well, you get the idea.  We were on a roll.  The back of my Honda Pilot was FILLED to the BRIM with our items for donations.  Ahhhhhhh.  Such a nice feeling.  We get rid of stuff and others can benefit from it as well.

Yesterday morning I drove my Pilot over to the local D.I. and they cleared out my boxes of stuff.  Smiling contently, I was on my way home feeling footloose and clutter free!

Today I took my son to lunch.  The place we decided to eat at was right across the street from D.I.  I decided to pop on in and see what treasures I could find.  I have been on the look out for a short square coffee table that I can use to make into an ottoman for my family room.  I figured since we were right there, I may as well just pop on in and see if one had been donated.  Nope.  No such luck today.

On our way out, all of a sudden my son (who is 10) was grasping my side and quietly sobbing into my shirt.  I was trying to figure out what on earth just happened.  I tried to ask him what was wrong.  Did he get hurt?  What was the deal?  Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw it.  What?  Well, sitting on the shelf of the store was his wooden toolbox.  Yep.  The very one that was in my stuff that I donated yesterday.
 What are the chances?  Not very likely I would have to assume.  If I had known that it meant so much to him, I never would have gotten rid of the thing.  Anywho, so being the kind, loving, patient, crazy mother that I am, I scooped it up and went and stood in line.

The whole time I was thinking, "Who in their right mind goes into the thrift store and PAYS to buy something back that they just donated the day before?".  Me.  I do.

At least my son is happy.

21 comments:

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  7. oh my gosh... that is little funny :) i hated to laugh at his tears... but it made me think of all the times i had buried something in the donate box and my kids have spied it and dragged in on out again. i owuld stay out of that store for a while if i were you!

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  8. Aww, I would have done the same thing. You are a good Mama! Following from friendly friday! Have a great weekend! :)

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  10. I do, that's who! :-) Same kind of story: Going through the myriad of kids' toys, I took a bunch of stuff to Goodwill. MONTHS later, I was with my daughter (who hadn't played with that doll for years!) walking through the Goodwill store when she cried, 'PETER!!!!' She was horrified that I'd send Peter away. We took her old doll to the front and I bought him back. At one time, Peter had a workable 'voice,' that ran on a battery and called, 'Mama, Mama.' One night in the dead of winter, someone brought him in from the cold car where all Peter could say was 'Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.' in a sort of low, slow Frankenstein voice. It was eerie!!!

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  14. aww that's a cute story though!

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  16. Hey there! I am following you from Friday Follow!Ugh! That really is tough that you donated the wooden tool box. I need to declutter also. Maybe you can make a new one together. Hope you had a great weekend! I look forward to following your blog! Come visit Mama's Little Chick.

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  17. Sounds like a day in my life! Trying to clear out "clutter" to you is their greatest "treasures". I found you on FMBT! Have a great day!
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  18. You are not alone, I too have bought back something I accidentally donated to the thrift store. I think it's great that you bought it back for him. Sometimes there is no rhyme or reason for loving the objects that we do, but we adults do it too and it's very nice when others try to understand our loves.

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  19. Lori, I don't know why I haven't been reading your blog sooner! So cute. My mother once donated my favorite (albeit hideous) enormous stuffed elephant to DI, and I still, some fifteen years later, hope to reclaim it someday.

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