Sunday, February 12, 2012

Locker O" Love {A Real Life Romance}

Once upon a time {way back in the 1980's} a girl met a guy and fell in love. She loved his laugh, his generous heart, and the smile he kept only for her. They were high school sweethearts, so they shared a locker and met between classes everyday to exchange longing glances and wistful sighs. After 3 years of courtship they were married and lived happily together{with some bumps in the road here and there} for nearly 30 years. As you can imagine, after so many years together, the girl sometimes felt that romance was a thing of the past. The guy was thoughtful of course, and showed his love in practical ways, like keeping the car filled with gas and cooking her favorite dishes. Sometimes he even bought flowers and chocolates. But the girl longed to be swept off her feet by some unexpected surprise.

Then one day it happened! Out of the blue the guy whisked her away for a special day together filled with all her favorite things. They went to an antique show, browsed in a bookstore, and had a cozy dinner for two at a lovely restaurant. {The girl has very simple tastes} At the antique show, the girl fell in love with a rusty metal locker, and even though the guy doesn't share her adoration of vintage junk and peeling paint, he bought the locker for her without hesitation. The girl sighed with bliss, and fell in love with the guy all over again. And that is the true story of a girl, a guy, and a rusty metal locker.


  1. I love your story. Your blue locker is perfect. I love it.


  2. Thank you for your kind words and for stopping by my blog! I will definitely treasure that locker!

  3. The only thing more beautiful than your rusty blue locker is your beautiful love story!!

    Maybe you should put this graffiti on your locker -
    Kim + Randy = Forever

  4. What a lovely comment Michelle!
    I'll have Randy scratch our initials in the rust!

  5. This is the most adorable story ever. Thanks for sharing. Can't wait to see what you do with the locker.