When your car decides for you...
Have you ever had your car decide things for you?
Well, as I was driving home from work today and approached a second-hand shop on the side of the road (the one where last summer I fell in love with the large tray that I used as a table top for example here), I thought to myself that I certainly do not need more things, no matter how lovely they might be, and I was therefore not going to stop...
|Sorry about the grainy, un-sharp photos here - this window-less |
room and my camera do not always see eye to eye...
And there it was. The Moroccan-looking wooden stand that my beloved tray had been missing. With paint peeling and just the right amount of scruffy patina, it called out to me in all its ragged glory: "Please, Miss, adopt me! We belong together!" Now, I may be a woman of principle, but I am not heartless. And when a fellow with a wooden leg - or eight as it were - pleads with me in that fashion, who am I to reject him?
So, that is how my car made what turned out to be the best decision possible on this grey Wednesday, and my wooden fellow and I, I have a feeling we are going to live happily ever after!
Wishing you all a lovely Thursday, and may it bring you joy,
car-encouraged or not!