Goodwill Finds: Brass Bar Cart & Other Goodies

Remember that insanely awesome/expensive brass bar cart that I’ve been obsessing over from Crate & Barrel? Well, my plan was to be practical and keep an eye out for something similar I could spray paint and spruce up at the flea market Mrs. Mercado and I are planning to head to here in a few weeks. But…my friend Sarah and I (you’ll remember her from the fabulous Vintage Circus Baby Shower we co-hosted for BFOTB) took a little trip to a new local Goodwill store the other day and right when I walked in the door, imagine my surprise when I saw this shiny little guy just waiting patiently for me!


The brass vanity I found waiting for me at Goodwill

And, now for the kicker! Want to know how much I paid for him? (yes, I it’s a him. I think I’ll call him Giles. You know how I get with naming things…remember lovely Jane?)

$10. (!!!) I paid $10 for Giles, my shiny old but new-to-me brass vanity which will be my new entryway table/bar cart. I am so beyond excited! See, our place is small so, it’s hard to buy new stuff because there’s just not that much room to put anything. But the thing with things that are only $10 and such a steal and just what you’ve been looking for is that you have to get them because you can’t pass up something so perfect.

So what you do is you just rearrange your living room. You just make it work.


Giles, lookin’ good in his new spot in my cozy home!

I was originally thinking to remove the mirror portion of the vanity so it would look more just like a little table, but I actually quite like the mirror. Instead, though, in a moment of pure thrifty genius, I decided that I’ll paint the back of the mirror with chalkboard paint so I can use either side, which should make little Giles super cheeky at parties and when we have people over because he’ll be able to relay messages or tell folks what the signature drink of the evening is. See, swanky, right? Oh, Giles, I adore you already! If I take off the mirror, though, I could also put little caster wheels on the bottom to make him more mobile – but he’s super lightweight as is.


a nice, bigglass jar and lid from Goodwill – I think it was $2 or some other awesome price.

P.S. I also scored some great, huge glass jars (one big one is there in that photo tucked underneath Giles because I took it whilst rearranging and organizing), another 3-tier glass cake stand (very similar to the one Sarah & I scored while shopping for BFOTB’s Baby Shower at Goodwill earlier this year) and I almost walked out with a classy set of double old fashioned glasses and tumblers to go on Giles but there was a little bitty sticker on them (they were clearly unused! Goodwill is so awesome!) that said they were made of lead crystal. I didn’t know anything about lead crystal but my mind wandered and I wondered if that’s why they were sitting there unused on the shelf. They were pretty, but very traditional and I think perhaps Giles would prefer glassware that’s a bit more modern to complement his vintage look.

Have you found anything great while thrift shopping?


other little brass goodies I found at Goodwill


Meet Jane

On a sunny Sunday afternoon in May I was driving on the freeway on my way home. I was tired. Mumbles was away and we had errands to run later that day. While part of me just wanted to be at home relaxing with Baxter, the part of me controlling the steering wheel decided to make a stop at a local Goodwill store to see if anything caught my eye…maybe something but nothing in particular for BFOTB‘s baby shower.  Perusing the store, I found a lovely set of martini glasses (perfect!) and something else I now can’t recall but it’s nonethematter because the real story here is Jane. 


This is Jane, right where I found her at a Goodwill store, sitting in the back corner next to the fitting rooms, intimidated by a daunting, head-high organizer stuffed full of bras.

 Non-chalantly waltzing my way through the aisles of furniture I might want to pick up on the cheap to paint or refinish (despite the fact that I have no room in our house for any new furniture), I decided to take a gander around the other side of the store just to be sure I hadn’t missed any hidden treasures.  And I had.  There, quietly sitting beside a wobbly stand-alone shelf of bras, somewhat blocked by a rolling wardrobe organizer in front of a wall full of discarded framed artwork, was Jane. At this point, we hadn’t been formally introduced but she was soft and lovely, with a mid-century retro elegance I was immediately drawn to.  Calm but excited I promptly but gently lifted the cushion to inspect – dusty but otherwise clean. Smell? Just the must of solitude, clearly unattended, alone for some time before finding her way here. A match? I thought so. So I sat. Comfortable. Confirmed. My mind, at this point half made up, was only further so decided when I saw her bright price tag sticker on her arm: $24.99.  Underappreciated? Well, yes, certainly here. It was all too easy.  Still sitting, purse in my lap, claiming my prize, smile on my face, I got out my phone and dialed my mother – surely she’d appreciate this event and help me sort through my racing brain’s conversation, which in the span of 4 seconds went something like this:  

“It’s in such good condition!  Well, then why is it here?  Maybe someone didn’t have room for it anymore.  I don’t have room for it anywhere!  It’s so retro and chic!  Is that person eying my chair?  I’d pay hundreds for a chair like this out of a catalog. $24.99? Really?  Something must be wrong. I don’t care. I want it.

I sent my mom a photo of my big find.  She gave the advice of a loving, supportive friend (which she is): “You sound like you love it. Get it. It will make you happy.  And, as your Grammy would say, ‘It’s too good of a deal to pass up!'” She offered to let me store it in my old room at their house so I immediately asked a store attendant for assistance to purchase and take it home.  They put the chair at the front desk where to my bewilderment she received attention from many-a-passing-shoppers.  I hastily and happily made my way to the front to join others in line.  Arms full of other goods, I noticed the woman in line behind me hefting a floor length ornate mirror.  I smiled.  Taking my smile as an invitation to talk, she relished in sharing her delight to find such a huge mirror for an amazing price, a perfect fit for her entryway.  Knowing her joy and beaming in it, I smiled, congratulated her on her score and in return, she gestured toward my arms and complimented my finds. 

“Oh, this isn’t even the best part – I found an amazing chair! It’s right over there,” I exclaimed, gesturing toward my prize. With what I could see was a glaze of tears almost filling her eyes she told me, “that’s my chair – well, it was my mother’s chair – I just dropped it off here a few hours ago.”

The conversation rallied between a solemn appreciation and a delightful enjoyment of this special moment.  

“I’m so happy to be meeting you. My mother loved that chair and she would be so happy to see you with it, such a lovely young woman,” she told me.

I assured her of my appreciation for the chair, told her I fancy myself an old soul, and that my husband and I are coming up on our second anniversary, our first year living in our first home.  Still smiling, slowly inching forward in line toward the register, she shared that her mother had greatly cared for the chair, and after I mentioned it being in such good condition she informed me that her mother had just had it reupholstered. In fact she had helped pick out the fabric; her mother insisting it stay true to it’s original 1960’s look, and then, sadly, that once back in her mother’s home that the chair had not been sat in, her mother soon passed away.  

“May I ask your mother’s name?” I inquired.

“Jane,” she replied with a firm fondness in her voice.

I told her of the coincidence and again of my joy in this moment – having just called my mother to share my good fortune with her. My mother whose middle name is Jane.  Brightly, she smiled and laughed. 

“My mother would be so happy,” she said.

We waited and chatted just minutes more – I noticed a few people passing by the chair, inquiring of its availability for purchase while the attachment I felt already had me panicked, my heart overflowing with sentimental pride of near possession.  I let it go and turned back to Jane’s daughter to say to her genuinely that I was so pleased to have met her, to have learned a bit of her mother’s story, and to have shared a real connection with her that day. When I arrived at my parents’ home just a few miles away, my mom laughed upon seeing the sparkle in my eyes and the chair in her driveway.  

“You are such an old soul,” she proclaimed.  Not new news.  “My family had a sofa just like this when I was growing up, except with a putrid orange color in it.”

Once upstairs, my dad came to investigate. 

“Hey, where’d you find the chair?” he asked, somewhat perplexed, as if my mother had been storing this chair somewhere unbeknownst to him since the late 60’s just waiting for the right time to bring it back out again.  “I had a couch like that when I was little but there was some blue in it.”

“Her name is Jane,” I told them before sharing bits of the story I had just lived, a memory I already cherished sweetly. 

We laughed, the three of us, together in my old room looking at how oddly it did seem to fit right there, matching the decor, proudly at home next to a photo of me with my mother and her mother, in the room I spent some good years growing up in.   


Jane in my old bedroom at my parents’ house. Looks like she fits right in next to a photo of me as a child with my beautiful mom and Grammy.