I have no idea what it is.....

..... but I bought it anyway. I kept hearing this little voice in my ear, which is usually my husband's mom, telling me Buy what you love, honey, and you'll find a place for it. She used to tell me that all the time..... I've done that with so many things, and they do find their place in our home.

But this.... I have no idea how this basket-shaped wrought-iron thing began its life. It stands about three feet high from top to bottom, and the base is much wider than the tippy-top of it, which comes to a point. There is a hook at the very top, so it must have been made to hang. It also looks as if it was a handmade, hand-forged hanging basket for a plant.

But then..... someone added red chandelier beads and prisms to it, along with curlicues of tiny silver beads. Every inch of the round wrought-iron is covered with the silver curls and the red beads..... so with its shape being what it is (wide at the bottom, pointed at the top) it looks like a good-sized table-top Christmas tree. And anyone who knows me will tell you that I am the Queen of the table-top Christmas trees. As soon as the Halloween decorations come down on November first or second, all my little holiday trees come out and find their way into each and every room. Some rooms have two or three trees, depending on the table-space.

For less than $20 at this resale shop, I bought that wrought-iron beaded and bedazzled and prismed art-deco-esque sculpture, and I plan to add some red blown-glass vintage ornaments to it, and cover the hook at the top with a huge red bow. I don't know exactly which room it will be in next month, but it will certainly find a place that's just perfect.

The lady at this resale shop knows me from other visits to her shop..... I tend to find things in there that do not fit into my two-seater car. I keep a length of rope in my trunk now, just in case I find things that will fit into the trunk without it being able to close. The woman's husband told me that I need to get a bigger car. I told him that I needed to quit buying such large items. I have left that shop with wicker chairs for the guest rooms, each of them bought one at a time and tucked into the trunk, then I had to tie the trunk closed with the bright yellow rope. It works..... I can get home that way as long as it isn't raining, and as long as I don't stop anywhere else between there and here.

Today's ride home was an adventure. The wrought-iron thing couldn't go into the trunk because I didn't want to mess up the silver beaded curls and the red prisms. I ended up putting an old towel on the passenger seat (also kept in the car for just such trips) and then I put the seat belt around the thing so it wouldn't tip over during the ride home.

I had intended to go grocery shopping today, but that idea went out the window because I need the front seat of my car to hold the bigger items that won't fit into the rather small trunk of the car. Groceries, smoceries..... shopping for unknown and unidentifiable treasures in the resale shops is much more fun.

I can hear my husband now: "What in the world is that?!"

He's not going to believe me when I tell him that his mother told me to buy it.