A couple of years ago we were scouring Ohmega Salvage in Berkeley, California, and I found the sink I wanted, but alas, it had just been sold. We were planning to visit a niece and a friend in San Francisco for a few days and decided to check back again, though the sales staff said they seldom find the big farm sinks. As we were leaving one of the yard workers said, "Well, if you're going to be around for a couple days just leave me your number." We gave him our number and figured we'd never hear from him again, but we did. The next morning he called us and said, "Some people wanted to get rid of a sink in a kitchen they're demolishing, so we went in, carefully removed it, and brought it to the yard. Can you come see if you want it?"
We zoomed over the bridge and returned to Ohmega and lo' and behold, it was the one of my dreams. It took 3 men to load the 500 pound cast iron baby into the back of Jeff's Saab wagon, but they did it.
We designed our entire kitchen around the sink, but it was worth every gray hair and the back breaking task of moving it around. We had the porcelain refinished, but the job is a poor one, so Jeff is going to learn how to re-do it. I'll add it to his list.
Blessings to you all,
From an old garden book:
When snowflakes whirl and north winds blow
and winter's all around,
The plucky little snowdrop
Comes pushing through the ground.
She spreads her petals undismayed,
Though days are dark and drear,
To tell us shivering mortals
That Spring will soon be here.