You know, there's not a long story to this post. Some of you will probably be grateful for that. 
But I traveled five hours (nearly 12 hours roundtrip after getting trapped in a freak hailstorm, getting lost/turned around, a full interstate shutdown), and a full one hour delay, dallying at the home of the kindest, sweetest little grandmother I've ever met (worth it).
With my best friend of more than a decade, I took a trip to grab this lovely lady lamp, a 1930s Art Deco piece that belonged to a kindly widow; it was her husband's favorite. I saw her on Marketplace, and my heart fluttered. Madeleine (name changed for privacy) invited us inside, settled us down in a pair of beautiful antique wingback chairs, and brought us glasses of cold lemonade with homemade syrup. She toured us around her beautiful home, with its arched doorways, French pocket doors, original leaded glass doorknobs and windows, and backyard patio oasis. She told us excitedly of her next great adventure -- a move with her children to a different state. Theyd break ground on the new build the following week. The trip was full of memories -- hers, and the new memories I made with my friend, as well as the old ones we reminisced over...
Naturally, when two longtime, might as well be sisters set off on a rescue mission for one's dream girl... well, we picked up her friend for a "song." We couldn't bear to leave the "charming" piece behind. We agreed to share custody, but for now, she's accompanying my "lady in the moon" on this leg of their travels.
They both light up my life, day and night, when I'm missing the other half of my heart the most.

My company buys vintage houses, rehabs them & resells them. We purchased from an estate, the home of a book collector. His brother the executor had taken most of the personal collection & some furniture had gone to family members. But they left behind a ton of great stuff. Our property manager took some photos when she was there to secure the property. I wish I had a bigger apartment because he had a burl wood roll top desk, a "fainting" couch & several other pieces but this lamp called my name. Normally, the only stuff that's left behind is 50 years of stuff that's only memorable to family. In the year I've worked, this is the 1st thing I've ever requested. I just love the way it looks with the original painting by my son. He put an led changeable bulb in for me

My mom picked this up at a yardsale in the 1970's. It somehow survived in our basement tv room through five kids, a few dogs, and a 500 mile move in the mid 1980"s. After my dad passed in 1997, my mom was downsizing and preparing to move again. In the garage sale pile was The Brain. Gasp! Thankfully I happened to be visiting, snatched it up and it once again made a 500 mile trip home with me. It has since survived an additional four moves, kids, dogs, and grandkids. Over the years I have looked for this lamp on different sites. I have never found a match

This is my very favorite lamp in my house. My friend & I found this in a junk store years ago. It is made of white material & painted. When I found it there was about a million little white dings ( not deep but enough to remove the color) on it. I repainted just the little white spots. Now you would never know it wasn’t perfect. It goes perfectly with my collection of Brian Froud paintings. I usually keep a stuffed dragon sitting in the bottom left side of it. I keep looking for a good shade for it. The table it sits on top of are two huge stone horse heads with a glass top. They go together perfectly!

Spotted in an antique store in Monroe, MI. Fell in love and sent a pic to my hubby but didn’t buy it.
Fast forward a couple months later, we come back from a weekend getaway and it’s hanging in my foyer!
He went back, scoured the huge antique mall until he found it, hid it from me, and had a friend come install it while we were gone.
Probably my favorite thing in my house!