The great thing about having a barn is that you have a place to store your stash of salvaged and flea market goods. The bad part about having a barn is that you have a place to store your stash of salvaged and flea market goods. And even with a small barn like ours, things accumulate. A lot.
When our barn is brimming, or just when we feel like visiting old finds, we take a stroll through our collection to see what’s what. When things go well, we leave with arms and heads full of fodder and ideas. On a less successful venture, we leave with bowed shaking heads asking what are we going to do with all this hoarded stuff. We are turning into our parents…
Salvation comes in many forms, and for us on this one day of touring, we left with armloads of balusters with beautiful faded and chippy paint. There are a couple of things in the works with these, but the first to emerge from my husband’s workshop was a nifty little footstool. I knew the compact proportions were going to make it the perfect foot prop for a guitar player or quilter looking to balance her frame.
My turn to add my touch to a piece we are working on together is always a bit daunting. I never want to screw up anything my guy has already done, so I agonize over fabric choices. But I’m very happy with this one: a worn but sturdy little remnant of an antique oriental rug. So, our work here is done.
I love it when my work is transformative. If only it were so easy when the project is Me.