How I Got The Whorehouse Couch

Every bunny knows it's Easter this weekend and are probably hiding out so they don't become the pet of the week.  Did I ever mention I used to raise bunnies?  It was quite by accident that I ended up with three cute little Dutch rabbits.  That will be tomorrow's story.

Today, I have permission to tell the story of the whorehouse couch.  Some years ago I met a couple of RV'ers who I later found out lived in Casa Grande Arizona.  We hit it off immediately and when I visited one day in person, I knew why.  We have a love for the same things.

Jan and Bill Mains had a house decorated in early Tombstone Cowboy with red velvet bordello furniture,  the most fabulous I've seen.  That's how I wanted to decorate MY house.  There were so many western artifacts and dozens of Kachina dolls Bill himself had carved and decorated.  If you ever saw them, you would be amazed.

Over the years I admired the collection of old Marshall badges, spurs, calvary saddles and bronze statues.  Jan knows how to decorate like no other.  

One day I got a message telling me they were selling everything and moving back East.  WHAT??  She asked if I wanted an antique clock I had admired.  YES!!!  I stopped by on my way south.  That's when I found out Bill's health has not been the best, and with no local doctors or hospitals able to give him the best care, they are moving close to family back East.  They were flying out the next morning to find a new home.

I told Jan if she was seriously going to sell that furniture, that I would buy ALL of it.  The next thing I know, there was another text message that their house had sold, they would be leaving in a few short weeks and the furniture was mine.  

 I was frantic ... how am I going to get it?  Drive back, borrow the horse trailer ... fly back and rent a truck ...  then it dawned on me.  Maybe I could call on my best friends Patty and Dan.

Dan took his trailer and his granddaughter Laila, drove to Casa Grande and picked it all up.  I'm going to be providing smoked ribs to Dan for the rest of my life. 

 I'm absolutely thrilled to have such amazing pieces of antiquity .... but so sad to know the circumstances.  I just feel such empathy for Jan and Bill because I know they loved all this history as much as I do.  

So that's the story of how I ended up with what Jan calls the whorehouse couch.  Oh the stories it could tell.  There may be some red paint in my near future and maybe a red light on the porch.  If I can't find Prince Charming one way, maybe another will work!  

 I wish Jan and Bill the best and hope we can stay in touch.  It's not often you run into folks that become instant family.  Once I get back to Arizona and arrange the furniture, I'll post pictures.

As I said before, I'm blessed and I know it.  Remember the reason for this Easter celebration and do NOT buy any bunnies for your grandkids.