I am the son of parents who grew up during the depression. My Dad was a great believer in taking something old and worn and creating something new or rejuvenated out of it. Or just finding a bargain.
On my morning constitutional yesterday around Lillian and Jordan's neighborhood I happened upon this chair put out at the street at a house in the midst of a remodel. It seemed sturdy, if a bit rusty. After conferring with Sheila I squeezed it into the back seat of the Camry and we brought it with us back to Rome in the afternoon. While Sheila went off to a meeting, I broke out a wire brush and gave it a good going over, then sprayed it with white Ace Hardware "Rustb Stop" paint.
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| Chair as I found it by the street. |
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| Now white the Chair sits in "Bea's Garden" in our side yard. |
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