Spencer always says, “you can’t get what you don’t ask for.” Evidently that’s the truth for DIY weddings, too.
For the past few months, I have been searching high and low for the perfect card holder. Thanks to 100 Layer Cake, I’ve been fixated on an old rustic farm-style mailbox. One that looks like it’s been around since the first days of the USPS – tattered from the elements and young boys with bats. I’ve scoured the shelves at countless Goodwills, garage sales, and antique stores. It must be one of those things that you can only find when you’re not looking.
So finally, Spencer decided that he would buy a new one and beat it himself before soaking it in a acid bath at the brewery. Okay, I guess. It wouldn’t be as good as the real thing but it just might work.
On our way to Carlton this weekend, we admired all of the back-road mailboxes. I won’t lie, we contemplated pulling over to snatch one but we refrained. Would it be stealing if we took the old one but left a brand new one in it’s place? Yes, I suppose it would.
We got to Jay West road feeling defeated. To make matters worse, the next door neighbors’ mailbox is the best of all the back-road boxes. It’s big and rusty and its once-red flag still moves up and down.
After a long day of projects, Spencer hopped on the Gator with the new mailbox in the bed. It could only mean one of two things – he was going to steal the old one and replace it or he was going to go ask the neighbors to trade.
Sure as shit, you can’t get what you don’t ask for.