It’s official, salvaging furniture from the side of the road and restoring or transforming it is a hereditary trait.
Many months ago I mentioned to Mum that I wanted to replace the bench seats along the side of our dining table with six chairs.
I wanted the change-over to coincide with our move into our new house, but hadn’t seen anything I would be happy to spend money on. Being the thinker that she is, mum suggested that I re-use the chairs she was storing in the garage (my sister was holding on to them for a future use – yet to be determined!). So off we went to the garage to inspect them… they were perfect.
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.