A Second Life

The junk out back is a nagging eyesore. It is purposeful though, so what's a girl to do but work the pile one item at a time until everything I've drug home has been been fashioned into some newly reborn piece of furniture or what have you. Mostly a lot of "what have you".

Here's what became of one of one of those junk pile eyesores.

Painted Wicker Picnic Basket

This little picnic basket was a garage sale find for 25¢.

The idea was to use it as wrapping/staging for a wedding gift. 

Thursday's Junk Has Far to Go

Like a race horse out of the gate, I took off at a gallop down the street. The blinders were off though. Mine was a race to win the prize of the day... some good old fashioned free junk from the curb.

I've Got Yellow Fever!

These barstools looked a little trashy. 

What did you expect? 

I did find them in somebody's trash.

A Hoarder's Vindication

We really do need that stuff we're hoarding and here's why.