I am lucky to be married to a man with nearly endless patience.
Which he has to draw upon again and again during Town Cleanup, that magic time of year when I’m out gathering mostly vintage castoffs from my neighbors. Mr. VS never knows what I’m bringing home from my roadside excursions. It could be just about anything: furniture, lamps, dishes, fabric, the Invisible Woman (I’m not kidding) and on and on.
Mostly he just sighs at my finds. Repeatedly. But as I left yesterday for my rounds for Week 5, he told me this: Nothing bigger than your head.
See how well I listened?
And there were two of them. But, really, why would I pay more than $50 for two flower pots when I can find two perfectly serviceable ones that are free?
I also didn’t follow directions when I came upon this old office chair, which might be mahogany, and defines the adage that they don’t make them like they used to.
Just as solid but much smaller is this cast iron bird bath/decoration. It’s a little rusted, but nothing that little steel wool and Rust-oleum can't remedy.
Even smaller (so I’m definitely moving in the right direction) is this small collection of vintage dollhouse furniture, which I found earlier today in next week's cleanup area (people can get a little antsy about getting rid of their junk). There was also a dollhouse but it was was way beyond saving, so I left it behind.
But I couldn’t neglect this vintage doll crib, which was next to the doll furniture and underneath a couple of broken windows. (I'm sensing a post on the hazards of Town Cleanup could be appropriate.)
Yes, it’s much bigger than my head, but so adorable. Look at that curved headboard and the circus motif.
So I’m off to hide it from you-know-who.