One Man's Garbage

Is another woman's treasure.

It embarrasses Ryan that I make eyes at the neighbor's garbage, so I have to do my curbside snatching solo, well, technically not solo as I usually have a slew of miniature sidekicks in the getaway vehicle, but they think it's awfully fun to pull over, load the car with free garbage, and squeal away with adrenaline rushing.  A thrill, I tell you, a thrill.  (Go ahead and mutter, "Sheesh, this woman needs a life.") The above garbage was confiscated many months ago.  So many, in fact, that I spent nearly an hour looking for the "before" picture.  I enjoyed it, though, reliving all the photos that never reached a blog post.  So many photos.

  Only one of the above chairs made it far enough to reach a makeover, the other was not sturdy enough and went back to the curb for another sucker to grab.  I removed the upholstery job on top and recovered the seat with an old vinyl tablecloth I had on the kids' table, saved for a drop cloth.  Next came sanding, a coat of primer leftover from the kitchen, and a top coat of white spray paint from another project.  Now Henrietta has a place to sit, unless you want to come over and take a spin?