Saturday night, my sweet man and I went to a Silent Auction and Dinner for a crisis pregnancy center that's set to open in our county soon.

This was my first silent auction experience. Mat and I got there way too early, and there were not a lot of people there when we first arrived. We browsed the tables, and we did not see anything that we really wanted. (We paid a lot of money for the dinner tickets themselves, so we didn't feel too, too bad about not bidding on an item just to bid. We knew we'd get outbid anyway.)

The first time around, I didn't see anything I wanted, so we didn't bid. Mat and I sat down at our table and began to snack on some hors d'oeuvres. I got up to step into the hallway for a moment, and I saw a beautiful antique chair. There was not a minimum bid, and a sweet lady standing beside the chair said, "Isn't that a beautiful chair?" I shook my head in agreement. It was a beautiful antique.

"There's no minimum bid, though. I wonder why?" I asked her.

She replied, "I'm not sure, but if I were you-- and if I liked antiques like I think you do-- I would just put down a price!"

So, I asked Mat, and I put down a bid.

Flash forward about an hour and a half, and I was back out in that hallway. The winners of the auction items were being announced, and I was too embarrassed to stay in the banquet room. Why you ask? I will tell you.

I knew I had won the chair, and I had won it for the first (and only) bid I placed (and was placed at all). But, I was so, so embarrassed. I didn't want anyone to know I had won. They would call out my name, yes, BUT...no one in that room knew who I was (thankfully!), so I just decided to step into the hallway during the announcement.

You see, I was embarrassed because when I bid on that beautiful, sturdy, majestic, antique chair, I didn't know it was...wait for it...

an antique POTTY chair.

That's right. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you...THE POTTY CHAIR.

*For the record, it has a wooden circle that goes over the hole. I will promptly place a beautiful pillow with a classic fabric on the seat of the chair when we use it in the new house. Yes, we're using it. And yes, we're proud of it.
And I'm sorry about the poor picture quality.


  1. I love the chair! Even if it is a potty :)
    And what a great story your children will have to tell when they inherit that chair !!
    I love you

  2. Oh my goodness...totally just laughed out loud at this one. Just think...you have a chair that will last a LONG time!

  3. I LOVE IT! Priceless. You did just have me cackling in my office though. :-)

  4. In the voice of a Neopolean Dynamite woman. . .my best southern drawl: "I woaant that." Really, I do. If I had the room, and if they hadn't just installed security cameras here at the apartments you'd find it missing tomorrow. Imagine if the first crime they catch on the new security cameras was a seminary wife stealing a POTTY CHAIR from another seminary wife. Awesome buy, girl! I love it!