Saturday morning Jeff got back from the pool (his second home) and announced Forest Hills, a la-dee-da neighborhood near us, was having its annual garage sale. I'd like to give my honey a pat on the back here. Even in his pre-coffee fog, he noticed that one of the houses was selling off old wood windows and remembered me saying that I wanted one for a little project I'm working on. We jumped into the car (so fast that I didn't think to grab my camera) to check it out. Imagine my delight when, before I could even get to the windows, I saw a granny square afghan hanging over a chair -- in the perfect colors for Mootsie's not so far off Big Girl Room.
Weirdly, the people selling the windows had painted things like cows and sailboats in primary colors all over the glass. People, don't mess with architectural salvage! It's wonderful as is. I inquired as to the type of paint used to make the ghastly "improvements" and Jeff assured me that he could remove it. Are you getting this? So far he had suggested we go garage saling together, as a family, and was now volunteering to scrape paint of the window. But wait, it gets better. He threw the afghan over his shoulder, picked up the window, pulled cash out of his wallet and paid for my goodies. I.Love.This.Man.