Names Can Be Deceiving

I'm a loyal craigslist.com-checker, if such a thing exists. The allure of the incredible deal takes me to the site daily. So when I saw a listing for a spectacular furniture sale at a place called Hobo's Warehouse in Jerome, I had to see for myself.

I recruited my dad to accompany me after church this last Sunday so I would have another pair of scrutinizing eyes to size-up whether the deals were too good to be true. I was a bit apprehensive on the drive and as we walked up to the door because I had such high hopes and wasn't in the mood to see them crumble to pieces on the sidewalk.

I felt my hopes bump against the ceiling of the "warehouse" like a balloon that had just been released. It was everything I had hoped for and more. It wasn't an actual warehouse, just a small business suite in the middle of a tiny strip-mall, but the stuff that was stocked was gorgeous. And there were about 11 catalogs laying on a table of everything that could be ordered in!

I sat on every couch, opened every chest of drawers, and made about 6 laps through the store. I promised the owner that I would spread the word, and am thrilled to do so. I hope we can support her because we all like to have nice things, but if we can get them for a reasonable {or dare I say, cheap} price, it makes the difference between just owning the furniture and enjoying the furniture.