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craigslist, oh craigslist....


Yesterday I had my most satisfying craigslist experience to date. I found a great dining set, had it delivered and we were rid of our old set in all before sunset. Perhaps it was all those Saturday morning garage sales I went to with mom and Aunt Anna Marie when I was young, or maybe it was watching Grandpa sort through the treasures in his garage on Santiago street..... whatever the reason, I love the process of taking something old and giving it new life.

Anyhow, I've been watching the furniture section of craigslist for about 6 months, waiting for a dining table that was big enough to accomadate a large gathering but not too big for everyday use. Sure enough, I spotted one midweek, thought about it for 2 days (taking a major risk) then called and arranged to take a look Saturday morning. I arrived at 9am, just before the two others who had arranged to see it, proposed a lower price & arranged for it to be picked up & delivered by lunchtime. Just as the Johnson family was arriving for our Easter lunch & egg hunt, my trusty delivery man with a pickup truck pulled in with the table and chairs!

Around 6pm I decided to post our old table & chairs on craigslist for free. Our old table & chairs was a $25 craigslist find when we first arrived in Hawaii in 2007. I'd recovered the seats twice and it certainly served us well for 4 years. However, I'd recently realized our daily breakfast routine has included the "squeaky chair game" for a bit too long and knew it was time for a change! Within five minutes of posting our old table, I'd received four emails and arranged for a pickup. By 8pm old table was gone and on it's way to a new home, where it will get a little TLC and start it's new life.

Fun, eh? The old table is at the top of this post. Here's a photo of the table & chairs from the craigslist post.... I'll put one up of it's new home ASAP :)

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Comments

Anonymous said…
Awesome! And I thought the old table and chairs looked good. :) Enjoy the new table, and may the squeaky chair game not visit your house for many years to come. :)
erinjohn said…
That old table & chairs only looked good from far away :) Imagine wobbliness beyond the fixing powers of bolt tightening & wood glue.

Thanks!
mama mia said…
very classy, can't wait to see photos in your dining room!

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