One person's trash isn't always someone else's treasure . . .

Ta-da!

Ok. Not really. Just the very front of the chair is looking near-complete. I still have some work to get done but it’s finally coming around. Nevermind that the back of the chair still looks like this:

Eek. I know. It’s coming along.

In other news – a few weeks ago Michael came home from work with two large paper bags filled with these:

Garbage, right? Does he have a plan for them yet? Of course not. Have they been taken out of the bag before tonight? Nope.

He’s a garbage hoarder. I’ll fully admit that I will snag things out of the garbage, off the side of the road, off the “free” section of Craigslist . . . but I always have a plan! And then actually follow through with that plan.

Michael always has a plan to get the garbage (such as a set of encyclopedias from the ‘80s that my mom has . . . or a garbage bag full of old, disgusting, foul-smelling sheep bones that even a bath of bleach couldn’t handle ) and just says he’s going to “make art” with them. And then they sit.

This time, I’m trying to be proactive and put these to good use. One is now under our bathroom sink for my “body condiments” as my sister would say. The other is next to Michael’s side of the bed to hold who-knows-what, but at least it contains his mess. Overall, though, this had me thinking: Sometimes one person's trash is just, well, another person's trash. 

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