Craig Is My CoPilot

I have a bit of an obsession (other than drugstore hair care products, gin, and spying on my neighbors, all of which we have covered this week here at PSD).

This obsession stems from three main causes

1) My passion for furniture. All kinds of furniture, colorful retro chairs, whimsical French Country dining tables, Art Deco wall mirrors, rickety old Windsor chairs. I love it all.

2) The fact that I have no room for aforementioned furniture in my two bedroom apartment. Adam is not into my plan to switch out our decor every year (and my savings account breathed a sigh of relief), and so I must content myself with perusing.

3)I watch FAR too much Antique Road Show. The whole person buys piece at yard sale for $1, person brings it to AR and finds out it's worth $40,000. That speaks to me. Oh yes. Never mind the fact that I can't tell Stickley from Staples.

Anywho, what better place to indulge these predilections than Craig's List!!

Yes it's true. I stalk that site everyday looking for what's new, who is selling what for how much, is anyone who lives nearby selling anything good?

In the back of my mind, I am on the hunt for a bar of some kind for the living room, as I have been for months. Because of space constraints, putting a bar in there would mean having to switch out some other furniture and put it in the spare room which means this could not be a long term set up. But having a bar in the living room for the summer (which we have already decided to call The TibFib Pub (named after the kind of fracture Adam suffered last month. Nerds much?)) , is just my kind of thing.

But Craig, as it turns out, has not been kind to me.

First I found a DARLING bar, perfect size, perfect looking from some seemingly nice folks who live less than a mile from me. I contacted them and said I would take the bar, and could pick it up the next day after work, and they agreed. I found out one hour before I was going to pick it up, that they had already sold it to someone else who could come before me.

Charming.

Then I found a gorgeous Crate and Barrel Wine Bar, less than a year old from a lovely woman in Back Bay and I contacted her immediately. THREE days later she emailed me back to say she never checks her email and had just given it to a friend.

Why make a post on Craig's List, and offer email as the only way to contact you, if you "never check your email"?

Anywho, finally this week I had a bit of Craig's List Luck. I was perusing for chairs, hoping to find someone on earth who owns an Eames shell chair but has no idea what it's worth and is thus selling it for $20. When I came across another kind of chair, a shower chair, which is perfect for Ol' Hobbles as we now call him. We had been looking around for one and hadn't yet been able to find the kind that would fit in our shower. It was brand new, still in it's packaging and only $20.

I told Adam, FINALLY Craig has come through to me. True, it's no bar (although I am sure were it not for the wet ass factor it would make a fine wine stand), but it is something we need, something that is usually more expensive and that we were having trouble finding, that we are getting a deal on.

So we picked it up on Wednesday and Adam has been enjoying sit down showers ever since. And I started to think, that maybe you COULD get some deals on Craig's List. Things were on the up and up. Craig was on my side.

Until yesterday, when I went to visited my mom and she was all "I have a gift for you guys!" and lo, there on the porch was a brand new shower chair she had just bought for us, exactly like the one I had bought on Craig's List the day before.

It's almost like an O'Henry story up in this piece, no?

Or in our case, O'Craig.