( older chests )

every once in a while we run into a find

that makes me breathless.

and giddy.

like this very { very } old footlocker

all the way from england.

hammered iron bolts and straps.

wood peg construction.

the original lock and key.

snapped up for a song

because it belonged to an ex husband.

we finally moved it into its new place in the living room

and then sat there staring at each other in disbelief.

there's nothing like a good find.

{ oh, and a completely gratuitous and somewhat blurry picture of bump who was wandering around sleepy-eyed wondering what i was taking pictures of and why i was shooing her out of the way. }