From reading my blog lately you may have noticed something unusual.
Or rather the lack of something.
I know, right?
I mean, the name of my blog is Confessions of a Curbshopaholic, jeez.
You’d think I’d show you some stuff once in a while for crying out loud.
Or maybe change the name of my blog.
Not to worry, I’m not totally recovered yet. I’ve just been very picky about what I bring home. Space is so limited as is time.
Sunday I found a couple things I found worth picking up.
First is this end table.
It’s in perfect condition. Just needs some sanding and painting.
I loved the shape so in the van it went. Another table at the same curb didn’t make the cut. Too much work.
These next 2 pieces were at the same curb as the table. I believe they were trellis’s, possibly from a porch. They’re falling apart, but not rotted. Just need some glue and screws to be useable again.
They’re at least 8 ft tall.
Next are some items I found a couple weeks ago and tucked quickly into the garage.
This dresser (or chest of drawers) is a pretty solid piece. The broken drawer on the bottom had all the pieces with it.
I especially fell in love with the duck knobs. :)
The lamp was rather different, I think it might be nice painted a solid color.
Or maybe even take it apart and make a vase out of it…..
This last piece might be puzzling to you, but it was one of my favorite finds.
It appears to be the bowl of a wheelbarrow, or a concrete mixing tub.
It’s perfectly rusted and I see it as a planter, probably on a pedestal.
Can you see it now?
That’s it. Just a few little things to keep me in the game.
Nope, not recovered.