One day, while I just happened to be driving through a lovely neighborhood adjacent to my own at 7 am on Trash Day.... (OK, OK, you know me, I was totally stalking other people's garbage...) when I spied something furniture-esque next to the bins. Stopping for a closer look, I saw that it was a little bench with pretty, swoopy lines.
And as I was loading it into my car, the bench's (former) owners were bringing another bag out. Blush.
Can I tell you how very much I always hope that I'm not robbing the garbage of someone like, say, my husband's boss? They already think I'm weird because I don't laugh hard enough at all the lawyer jokes...
So home again, home again jiggity jig I went-- and deposited it in the attic, where it has remained for many moons, all painted up, waiting for me to get around to covering the cushion. During our Saturday night movie (The Losers, which, surprisingly, I loved--ridiculously funny) I stapled on some new foam, batting and a little fabric Grady chose from a pile at one of our warehouse trips (orange, of course) and it's as good as new.
Having no place for an orange Dreamsicle bench in my own home, I'm sending it off to Adelaide's.
Having no place for an orange Dreamsicle bench in my own home, I'm sending it off to Adelaide's.
It's becoming a fun adventure to walk into the attic and choose my next project.
My husband is just happy I'm not taking other people's trash and telling him he has to sit on it in his living room.
4 comments:
i must get down there!
It's lovely. Great photographs too. I wouldn't have been able to part with a little cute bench like that. Orange or not :-)
My hubbie loathes my "street" finds.
This bench...WOW! I wish I could have seen the before pic on it!
-Allysa
Wow! Love what you've done with your trash! :)
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