Today was one of those days where I involved myself online and forgot about the time. So when a knock on the door transpired, I took my pj’d self downstairs to see who’d catch me (this time).
It happened to be my neighbour across the road…
“We have all these shutters that we took down. Do you want them?”
As soon as I heard “sh….” I was throwing on my shoes like a crazy person with flannel pants ablaze, half way hopping down the driveway to see what was up!
Indeed. Lots and lots of baby wooden shutters in perfect condition! Whoooeeee! Not vintage, but cool all the same. Shutters just kinda work!
Over the years, I’ve had plenty of neat drop offs, all because people knew about my little junk habit.
One time Corinne brought over some rusty junk her family found at the bottom of a river. I loved hearing the story of the discovery and how her family all got involved.
And that they thought of ME in the middle of a river?! Well, I was beside myself! 🙂
These windows on the garden shed were gifted from Vic. He had them stashed in his barn, and knew I really liked that kinda thing.
Vic was really, REALLY right! And I’m also reminded of all the house adventures we worked on together.
And these signs were from Dan. He had this coke collection going, and when my eyes widened when landing on the signs, he handed them over quicker than I could take them off his hands myself. They are a gentle reminder of all the lessons I learned from his mentoring over the years.
But this next story is neat.
My brother Les bought this wagon wheel centre a few years back, because it reminded him of me. He didn’t gift it to me because he wasn’t sure I’d even like it. But to his surprise, when I spotted it at his garage sale, I had it in my hands so fast, he didn’t even have time to tell the story about it.
And now it resides right in the middle of my junk lamp. Cool!
And this next story involves a dear blogger friend…
Friend Polly from Blackberry House showed me a picture of her family’s stash that they were going to get rid of, because she knew I liked that sort of thing. When my eyes hit a crate in the rubble, I exclaimed that Peter was my dad’s name! Well, that meant something to her, so she tucked it away, hoping it could get my way at some point.
Years later, I finally had the chance to meet Polly at Bella Rustica. And what did she have hiding in her booth for me?
That crate is not only something I ADORE, it reminds me of our friendship over the years, plus the sweet memory of my Dad.
There’s just no comparison to something you find at a thrift store. These things have meaning. And they’re gifted to you because you’re into it TODAY, not because it’s a handed down ‘not your style’ family heirloom you feel you must keep, even though you have no room for it.
And in return? Your generous friends become part of your own story.
But here’s the REAL #1 reason I love to tell folks what I love doing. Bar none.
Once I get going, they tend to hitch a ride on that passion wave, and want a piece of it, but on their own surfboard.
Now THAT is what I truly love the most!
Dream Box Building Challenge #9
Whatever it is you love doing, wear it on your sleeve and allow others into your story!
You’ll end up receiving more than you’ll ever imagine…
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Have you ever had a neat drop off?