It seems I can’t drive anywhere this week without finding something to pick up. And of course, you know I can’t resist. If I see it, it must go home with me. So much for self-restraint.
Thank goodness the weekend in almost here. I NEED Saturday and Sunday to work some of this stuff out!
The latest additions to the pile:
An old pine lamp/magazine rack…..
2 rusty metal barrel rings. They must have come off a 1/2 barrel planter.
This might just qualify for the worlds ugliest lamp award.
But I bet Deb over at Proper Prim would have some great ideas to make it look nice!
I was excited to find this cast iron park bench at the curb. It was missing some slats on the back and is very wobbly. I can see taking the sides off and using them for something else….
This piece mystified me, a metal grate type thingy.
It was from the same house as the bench and barrel rings.
Then my sister stopped over and pointed out that the back of the bench was missing the decorative metal insert…
Duh! That’s what this piece was!
Now I’m thinking I may just refurbish the bench with new wood slats and use it as a bench.
What do you think?
On a more personal note:
Tonight is the last hurrah for my 50th birthday. We only celebrate milestone birthdays in my family (16, 21, 30, 40, 50) as there are so many of us it’s tough to get everyone together very often.
As the birthday girl I got to pick how I wanted to celebrate, and I decided I wanted an all girl Slumber Party! So my sisters, Mom, my daughter, daughter in law, and a niece will be spending the night at a local hotel doing the girly thing. Talking all night, playing games, maybe some waxing (ouch), mani’s, pedi’s, good music, lots of snacking… all the stuff we took for granted while growing up in an all girl household. I miss those days now.
I also will get to take possession of the 50’s trunk, or “the Ark”. This is a wicker chest that is filled with I don’t know what yet as none of us get to see inside until we turn 50 and it’s handed down from the reigning 50 year old. It’s rumored to be filled with the sort of nostalgia things we might have had or used in our youth. Sort of a time capsule. I’m betting there are some Twinkies in there or something of that sort. I will get to add things to it while it’s mine, and then pass it on to my next sister when she turns 50. This goes on until the last sister turns 50, then we get to start a new tradition for the next decade.