I do not collect antiques, but I love the occasional discarded "find". Like the other day... Tim and I were driving down the road, and I yelled "Tim, Stop". Okay, I didn't YELL stop, but I did say it with enough exuberance to make him think that if he didn't, something cataclysmically bad might happen.
Looking around for a potential threat, he saw none.
After I instructed him to back up, he finally perceived the danger... a lone chair at the end of a driveway with a sign on it that said, FREE.
Tim: And what are you going to do with that?
Me: I don't know... give it a funky paint job???
Tim: Like the other chairs you've had me stop and pick up?
Okay, so I have a history. A history of seeing some piece of furniture at the end of a driveway, with the almost intoxicating lure of FREE tacked to it. I freely admit, I have delusions of grandeur. I WANT to transform someone's "junk" into a valuable piece, but I have a harder time following through with my plans. Often, what happens, (btw... not ALWAYS) the reclaimed item sits in our garage for, oh... 1 -...Read more