(Kinda) Wordless Wednesday

The awesome rikrak is featuring my collection of wooden bowls on her blog today and having a giveaway, too!  Stop on by and see more pics of my lovely bowls and try your hand at winnin' some stuff.

Wordless Wednesday

Meant to be

Do you ever wonder about the one that got away? Regret what you hadn't gotten? This weekend through sheer happenstance, I was reunited with "the one that got away".

It started two years ago on a trip into town, I had stopped at a garage sale expecting to find the typical garage sale fare and instead bumped into the most beautiful, amazing.....wooden bowl I had ever seen. Of course wooden bowl, what did you think I was going to say? Now this was no ordinary wooden bowl, it was big, bold, well-used and it had history. I talked to its owner who told me that he had purchased an old cabin on a lake out in the country (which turned out to be just a few short miles from me). The cabin had been left untouched and unsearched until they had purchased the property and when they opened it up, they found it as it had been left years and years ago. The furniture, books, linens, everything was there, including the bowl. It was obviously well-used and I couldn't help but wonder how many loaves of bread it had prepared and who had the pleasure of owning it.

I listened as the man told the story, trying not to let on just how badly I wanted that bowl and was just about to offer him all the money in my wallet when he told me his selling price and it was very clear he wouldn't take a penny less. Alas, I was $7. short and left the garage sale empty-handed.

Every time I have driven past that road during the following two years I thought about that bowl.

This Friday, my hubby and I decided to go garage sale-ing and though we hadn't planned to be in that neck of the woods, we ended up in that old neighborhood. There at the end of the road was a garage sale sign. No, it couldn't be, could it? We drove on and as we neared the place, my heart began to thump a bit...it's the same house! The house of my lost bowl! We parked and walked up and as I neared the tables I saw it. THE BOWL WAS STILL THERE! As if it were waiting for me! This time it was mine. All mine. I guess it was meant to be.

My bowl, holding two eggs. Isn't she a beauty?