Central Park—Mini… the backyard and new planters.
I adore anything old, vintage, antique, musty, peeling, dirty, dusty, phenomenal, giant, ornate, Victorian, heavy, shiny, or in need of rescue.
Regardless of cost, effort, or aggravation to Paul.
So? How much do I love these?
Even more, than Paul loved hauling roughly six-hundred-pounds of concrete.
see all my favorite Craigslist finds!
January 26, 2014 @ 4:14 pm
My other half is quickly realizing that just because someone else has labelled something as junk; rusty; vintage; needs work; or utter crap doesn’t defeat me in my desire to make it wonderful or a part of some long reaching, potential stretching, hair tearingly fun project.
February 21, 2014 @ 11:58 am
Dear VEB, I am so ready to get started in my yard. We moved in here over last Thanksgiving and of course, have done nothing outside. All my lovely planters and statuary are lined up like little soldiers, just waiting to move to their new locations. Looking forward to a glorious Spring!
February 10, 2016 @ 12:05 pm
Wow! You’d better hope you don’t ever move or have a fortune saved up for a moving company! LOL.
March 12, 2016 @ 4:32 pm
I have to tell you that your my twin. I laughed my head off reading your adventures !