Rusty, Crusty Finds That I Wish Were Mine

A rainy, day,

with no sunshine, 

should have kept me in.

I'm glad it didn't.

I was so in the mood to junk.

I'm glad I did.

Aunt Tique and Uncle Junk

(don't you just love the name)

had the rusty, crusty that floats my boat.

The green patina was beautiful!

It was more aqua and it would 

look great on a beach cottage mantle.

Same idea, but a medicine cabinet

with a mirror.

A little closer in so you can see the lock and key.

A barn door.

Some creative woman with a handy man

could do something with this.

I think it's a great door for a farmhouse bed,

or a farm table
with a little sanding of course.

A closer look at the hinges.

Love the smell of old wood.

It reminds me of my grandmother's house

and the smell of the fire in
the cast iron, wood/coal burning stove.

Seems like I remember Mama calling it 

the "pot belly," stove.

Uncle Junk said, 

"Take all the pictures you like."

The guy next door,

NOT!

The above cabinet is made out of a screen door

with the screen replaced with chicken wire. 

I snapped a shot before I asked. 

Oops.

Too late!

(sorry for the blur.)

All these rusty, crusty finds

were not to be mine!

However, loved the thrill of the hunt

and found lots of junk that I did bring home.

The backseat was full!

The trunk was already full!

To Be Continued, 

Bonnie:)