dear free, i love you.

A fun thing happened this morning.
After dropping off one kid at school and on the way to drop off the other, I spotted this:

Fun as in Free. Fun as in Curbside Happiness.
I can't say that I am 100% clear on my actions upon seeing this at the edge the curb, but I think I may have left tread marks as my tires screeched to a halt.
It had no 'free sign' on it, but I know my free stuff. My high schooler was mortified that I was calculating if it would fit in my car. Without the free sign, he was sure I'd be stealing it. Jail time? I'd risk it.
Actually because I was on my way to school and work I didn't have time to load it. I used the 'phone a friend' option, who saved the day and quickly picked it up. Fun as in Fabulous Friends.
As he was loading it, the homeowner came out. (yes, it was indeed free.) She said the buggy had been her grandmother's in the 1920's. That her father had recently died and the family is cleaning out and giving away. Aw.

It's petite. The handle is too short for an adult to comfortably push. But also, it's too big to be a toy. Or, maybe it's a really well made toy. Which could be true for the 1920's. It's super sturdy.

Can you imagine all the dolls it must have held? All the hours of play and imagination?
The fabulous red carriage house in the background is at Q is for Quandie's. It comes in handy as a prop when you've found a sweet buggy with red piping.
And, don't think for a minute that the irony is lost on me. Yesterday I joked about the garage sale pregnancy test. Today I find a fantastic baby buggy. (sheesh.)
I've got plans. Big plans for this baby. xo jeanne.