Just a quick one.
I have to share with you my latest acquisition. When shopping in Geelong (which is the closest big town to my seaside location) I spied a large skip (dumpster) on the side of the road. If you have read any of my previous posts you will know that I am no stranger to retrieving things from skips – this day was no exception!
Naturally there needs to be something worth rummaging for in the skip, I don’t just fossick without intent. Although it would be foolish to rule out intent-less fossicking completely – one day.
This skip had the remains of a shop fit-out in it (another victim of the retail slump), and sitting on top of all the wood, plasterboard and other debris were all the letters from the shop sign – BINGO!
Not only do I have a reputation as a hoarder, but after my chair transformation post many now picture me on weekends scouring the streets for furniture people have discarded.
And you are forgiven for harbouring those thoughts as I introduce yet another item I found on the footpath about a month ago…. a gorgeous wooden desk.
This item actually found me. Our neighbours (across the road neighbours, not next door) had placed it on the footpath for anyone who was game – did they know Bernice lived across the road from them? I awkwardly to its new home on my own, down the hall to the back garden. As you can see in the before photo (above) the previous owners had made an attempt at stripping one drawer, and sanding back some of the paint, but must have proved too labour intensive. So it was left on the footpath for another over-enthusiastic restorer to take on.
We went for years without a ladder in our house when we were renting. For some reason when we bought our own house we got the sudden urge to start collecting our own hardware items. We had talked about buying a ladder for sometime, and knew it wouldn’t be long before we owned our own (a real sign of growing up!).
Lucky for us my father-in-law answered our prayers when he called to say he knew someone throwing out a ladder he could salvage for us. It was old, but he said it would do the trick.
Can you imagine my delight when this old, wooden, mint-condition, ladder turned up at our door. I certainly wasn’t getting excited about changing light bulbs, or dusting cornices….. I was salivating because I could use this gorgeous old ladder as a bookshelf (naturally!) – not even close to the plans my husband had for it.