So I did something rather audacious myself, having been smitten right there in that cold dark train warehouse turned antique shop...I begged the owner to consider letting me buy her on layaway. I could only pay $15 a pay period...More than ten long months it took to pay off the layaway but every single time I walked through the doors of the place she glowed with pleasure over the SOLD sign stuck to her mirror. It was a huge amount of money to me, $375...but I never once regretted it.
I finally got to bring her home...That's when I discovered that she was anything but frail. No sirree, this lady was so well endowed with wood and carvings and such that even without the mirror and the drawers it took two straining, groaning men to move her into the truck so I could take her home. No wonder she had those squat bun feet. She needed them to brace herself up with.