Several months ago, Lizzie and I stumbled across a craigslisting for hundreds of chairs in Brady. Three hours of driving and a few Dairy Queen Blizzards later, we were smack dab in the center of Texas rummaging through 126 rooms filled to the brim with everything imaginable. Our contact told us that the building was a former insane asylum until the 20s when it became a privately owned hospital. In the 70s her mother purchased the space to transform it into a dormitory. Instead, it became Spruce’s present day treasure chest.