Spontaneous! Crazy!

Once Matt got home from work last night we were busting to go for a walk.

I'd spent the day moving large pieces of furniture from one part of the house to another. My muscles were preparing to ache. I scratched the floor in my haste to move everything before Matt got home. Don't tell the landlord. Good news is that we no longer have a wardrobe sitting in our living room. I know you'll be impressed with my rabid doggedness and beefcakey-ness.

And how about the sunshine? We sucked up the very last rays before the darkness moved in for the night. The Doctor enjoyed a twilight scooter, while Tiny was rugged up in the pram. She's sick as a frog and lost her voice. Oh the shame. No screaming. Priceless.

Garbage I Have Loved

I haven't written for a long time about garbage I have loved. And found on the roadside. I am like a foster mother for dead furniture. Matt's told me no more, but quite frankly, when he told me that my ears weren't working.

Here's a sneaky peek at one of two repro Bentwood chairs I found, amidst a goldmine of garbage.

I'm in the middle of giving them a makeover. Oh how I love this pink paint. Subtle. And yet, not so. Because it very softly whispers - I am pink! I AM PINK!

I'll show you more over the weekend.

If you have the desire, you can cast back in time to when I compulsively looted some roadside trash and scored some ace finds. I still think about those times. Those were the days my friends, we thought they'd never end.