For as long as I can remember I have loved old things. Flea markets, rummage sales, thrift shops, bazaars. If I had all the money in the world I would still love junking. The thrill of the hunt is at least half the fun and it's really gratifying to resurrect something discarded and forgotten and give it new life. Not to mention that over the years we have been able to furnish a home this way on less than what one room of new furniture would cost. 

 Our old bed was so beyond its last legs it was picked up by the metal man on the roadside before we left. We knew we would need to replace it here but didn't relish the thought of paying the prices we were seeing for pressed woods. We were blessed to literally find this set in the basement of the local junk shop for less than what we could have picked up a new bed at a furniture warehouse.  Such a deal. 

 The old European furniture is not nailed and glued together but rather held in place with a system of pins. When the pins are taken out it stacks fairly flat to fit through the narrow stairways and doorways. Genius. Although putting it all back together was tricky.

In the end we got a marvelous master bedroom with a lot more character than could be found on a showroom floor for a fraction of new. 

I am still so very pleased.