May 8, 2012 by carol
“One man’s junk is another man’s treasure.” But not always. Sometimes, one woman’s junk is another’s junk and now it’s in my front yard.
The conversation started off innocently enough. Hubby’s grandma had a park bench she didn’t want anymore, did we want? His dad could just pick it up when he took her home and bring it out. It was one of those wrought iron and wood ones, and at first I though it might be nice in our front yard under the tree. And then it might need a little work, but Hubby said no problem, it would be his project. Then, it might need new wood slats. Then it might be a little rusty. By the end, I knew it was going to be junk, but it was too late to get out of it. And now we have it, in pieces because it rusted/rotted through, sitting in front of our house. It’s awesome.
Don’t get me wrong. I can see the potential. Paint it a bright happy color, new slats, it could look really cute, but it’s going to be a lot of work and money in paint and wood, for something I don’t really need or care about. And who know when Hubby’ll get around to it? His list is pretty long, with work around the house and the wood project for our church’s VBS in July. And we haven’t gotten the garden in yet.
But once we said yes, how could we have gotten out of it? I can always just put it out on pick-up day, but I’m afraid Hubby now feels the need to fix it. I may be stuck with this “treasure.”