I saw this vintage window on KSL. And I wanted it. And I thought about it. And I really wanted it. And it was 8 feet by 6 feet.
And then I thought. What a hassle! What an ordeal to go pick up this window and put it on our flat bed trailer and get it home without anything breaking.
So I talked myself out of it. And then the next thing I knew I was texting the owner shown in the picture below. I offered him half of what he was asking and he accepted.
Then I thought wahoo! yipee! And then I thought how am I going to tell Mike what I bought. Remember it is 8 feet by 6 feet.
Over a weeks time the owner and I went back and forth exchanging emails about pick up options. And then he offered to deliver it to me. There really are good people in the world!
Guess what arrived yesterday!
My gi-norm-ous vintage window.
He and Mike carried it in the house and he did what most people would do. I could see it on his face. I could see his thought process . . . "What in the world are you going to do with this in here?"
I knew. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it. They set it in the kitchen and he left. It was so big we couldn't open the closets or the fridge. I explained my vision to Mike. It was not going to stay in the kitchen but it was staying in the house.