There are three things for certain in life. Death, taxes and me finding more new junk that my house cannot hold.
(photo heavy post on what kind of junk I pick up)
I’m always stuffing my poor truck to the brim. It’s abit of an addiction in a way. My eyes scan the sides of the road like I’m some super hero that will xray it in the back of the truck upon will. (I wish!) Whether it be from the curb, dump or a thrift store, my eyes are always watchful for something that feels like it has potential.
Not everything I pick up is a keeper. Sometimes I add it to my next dump run, and many times the item may land on my own curb. (sorry neighbours!) But if something is free and spoke to me, it comes home. Even if temporary.
“Oohhh.. you must be one of THOSE HOARDERS.” many suggest when they see me cramming some big ‘ol bent up pipe in the back of my truck that sticks out 10 feet too long. (12 maybe) But I merely rise above the nay sayers, shake my head in that knowing matter a fact way and comment, “It isn’t called hoarding if you use it you know.”
Yes, that was sort of defensive for all the right reasons. Because I do indeed hoard junk I think I’ll use. And then every now and then, it’s time for my grand year end clearance, getting tired of the clutter only to ditch it again if I don’t use it. But I usually do. Honest! Mostly.
Here’s a tour of some of my more recent
hoards runs. And what goes through my mind.
I fell in love with that headboard! For what, I don’t yet know. It would make a sweet chalkboard for certain. Amazing lines. Or I might make something to sell because after I got it home, while I loved it, it wasn’t my own personal style.
May I please have a barn to store #1 my style and #2 other’s styles that I could sell or decorate other homes with? That is a very nice future dream.
This subliminal message FREAKED. ME. OUT. More like ‘ews’ to that! Wait.. this is my brother in law’s name… right. I think it needs to go to WES.
Like Wes wants this… what would Wes need to label with big fat black letters?! Nevermind, I’ll think of something. But I’m not sewing! SWE it is.
Letters are cool. Even by themselves somewhere.
This wooden case is pretty cool. Anyone know what it is/was?
It has a drawer and the lid was built to hold something. I’d bet it was something AH MAZING!
And then maybe it was just a plain ‘ol toolbox.
No matter. Boxes intact generally make it back to my place. They’re great for storing things in.
You never know where you can add some predrilled pieces of rusty metal to bling something up. (yes, rust is bling) Did I mention predrilled? And rusty?
Speaking of rust, I love rusty old tools. For what I don’t know yet. Maybe a wind chime?
Inside the pickle jar resides 4 rubber castors. They’re perfect for maybe the bottom of a trunk or drawer. They’re really tiny which is unusual. And house numbers are just mandatory.
I really want a wall of clip boards in my downstairs office and some of these are weathered to perfection.
Yes, clipboards can be weathered. I have proof!
Nice, huh? I don’t even mind the water stains. That’s some great old world patina, right?
Wouldn’t these partial pillars make great pedestals for something?
And a Souvenir of Holland vintage cup and saucer. It’s not my normal grab and run item but this one was rather special. I just haven’t figured out for what yet. But I will!
A brand new Gap jacket I adore (it’s so warm!) and a rusty old shovel I’ll use in the garden to hold some plants up.
The sock forms looked really old but who knows. And speaking of wind chimes, would you believe I found a ready made spoon one?! It sounds glorious! I just need to make it cooler.
The wheel came home for the patina. And I lied about the one pipe. It was three. Close enough.
Ok ok… I may have to prove that I CAN make some of this look like it wasn’t dug out of a ditch. (I didn’t anyway)
I think I just heard a collective sigh…
The window frame needed a colour coordinated BFF.
And now I have to find space for it all in my staging storage area.
Or better yet, just get BUSY and make stuff.
Before it looks like this again.