A Little DIY project

I'm sure we've all been in the situation where you see a man standing outside your local grocery store and ask him "how much?"

No? Let me explain...

I popped in to my local grocery store one day to quickly pick up a forgotten item. Steve pulled the car up outside the door to wait for me, and when I came out, he was talking to a man standing outside the grocery store. They were joking about the cost of something the man was holding. As I reached to open the car door, I turned to see what the man had in his arms that was of such interest. 
Was it a puppy? A large engine part? A huge cabbage? (You never know out here...) My eyes clapped on the item and a grin began to spread across my face. 
It was a large bust of a Roman solider. I shut the car door and turned to the man. "How much?" I asked. From the car I could hear Steve losing his sense of humor about this. He'd been entirely kidding, but the second I turned to look at the man, he realized his error in drawing my attention to it.  

I strode over to the man, clearly not joking about my interest. It was nothing fancy - just a fairly heavy plastic replica of a bust. But I could see its potential. Of course, I could also see it's general sale value to me. 

He has potential, no? 

He has potential, no? 

The man responded: "Uhh, I dunno...it's just some old thing I found...ten dollars?"

I used my favourite flea market tactic: polite silence. You don't have to object openly to someone's price. You just have to stare at them in silence with a gently expectant smile on your face. People hate silence and they will fill the void, usually with a lower offer. 

"Five dollars?"

My polite smile split into a grin. "Steve, I need five dollars!" (Who carries cash these days? Steve. That's who.)  I paid the man and jumped gleefully into the car with my treasure. Steve grumped all the way home. Sure, I married him, but man some days he lacks vision. 

Augustus, as he was named, was given a good wash and then taken out back for a little paint. A few coats later, and he now resides in the living room. 


So what's the decorating lesson here? It's twofold. 

1. Love the things you have. You don't need to seek other people's approval for the objects in your home that you love. And you don't need to spend a fortune on them. I have vintage items, costly newer pieces and things I found outside the grocery store. The point is, I love each object in some way (and not necessarily forever. I'm pretty fickle.) That's your criteria, folks. 
2. Never overlook the dude outside the grocery store.  I think that's just a general life lesson, though.