I love this picture
of the bench we rescued
from the parking lot
behind a big box store.
We carried it home
in the trunk of our station wagon
when we still had
two babes
in two carseats.
It's peeling,
cracking,
creaking,
perfect.
This bench is one
of many found treasures
that make our house
a home.
and because you love it - I love it too.
ReplyDeleteold is beautiful !
ReplyDeletethank you for the support because i'm one year older tonight LOL ; )
i love your photos so much (but the words too) too bad your entire blog page doesn't fit all on my computer screen anymore :(
(have been reading you for long but just delurking here)
Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteSometimes those 'found' treasures are the best...
ReplyDeletePieces of furniture with a history (or in this case, "her story") behind them have so much more character to them, no?
ReplyDeleteIt's probably better made than something you could buy in that big box store any day of the week!
Love the post!
ReplyDeleteWhat great texture that photo has!
ReplyDeleteYou cannot possibly have too many benches. The thought is impossible. I use them for coffee tables, inside and out. For plants to perch on. For books to stack on. I love your bench.
ReplyDeleteBrenda
Love the picture, and the words. Old and found objects are the best; they seem to bring with them all the love they've acquired over the years.
ReplyDeleteand it's extra super fantastic because it was free!
ReplyDeleteYour words are truly lyrical...beautiful! It is those 'benches' that make our homes.
ReplyDeleteFound treasures capture our hearts and remain with us forever.
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