House from found objects

We are expanding the footprint of our shop at work. The boss has been doing some major cleanup.  Like, REALLY cleaning up, instead of just pushing all the junk to the back of the property and forgetting about it.

I had been wanting to ask him about one certain piece for a while. This past Sunday, I found it on the loaded trailer heading to the landfill. So I stole it.

Yes, that is exactly what it appears to be. A store fixture bench for trying on shoes. Laying on its side. Because lazy.

I’m going to have Rude Ass do a little cutting and welding and turn it into a storage ottoman/coffee table with a giant cushion on top. The next door neighbor has a friend that does upholstery, so I can get any kind of cushion I want. I’m thinking something utterly ridiculous, like purple velvet or purple faux fur. I also think a nice coat of matte black paint would do wonders for it.

It definitely keeps with the theme of “house from found objects”, doesn’t it? 



I’ve been feeling a bit uninspired here lately. Part of it is probably attributable to physical pain from aggravating old hip & back injuries; but I don’t think that covers all of it. Maybe there’s some seasonal affective disorder going on.

Whatever, it is what it is and what it is needs to be over because I’m starting to hit crunch time for making Christmas gifts. They might all be “smalls” and not big-ass blankets or whatever, but there are a lot of them, so time’s a’wastin’ and shit.

So, what did I do yesterday?

If you guessed “not Christmas presents”, ding ding ding you win a cardboard cookie!

I made a throw pillow out of an old pair of straight-leg suede pants (such a beautiful dark chocolate color!) Because I don’t already have too many fucking pillows on the bed.

So, I’m writing about my lack of motivation to be productive in hopes that a written record would hold me accountable. It works in my 12 step recovery, so maybe it will work for Christmas gifts.

For our nuclear families, I’m making full sets of cleaning items: machine washable sniffers, dust mitts, bottle scrubbers, blind cleaners, kitchen sponges, and so on. My girl Tia counts as nuclear family, as far as I’m concerned, so that’s a sixth set of cleaning implements to crochet.

For my boss and his wife, hats in their favorite colors. 

For Biff (aka Goldilocks), a hat and a stocking that will be stuffed with little gifts + the hat. I’m on the hunt for some seeds that will sprout twinkies for him, since he considers twinkies to be there own food group that is indispensable to life. So far, my search has been fruitless.

I had wanted to crochet a blanket for Sunshine, but that ship has long since sailed for this year, so maybe next year I’ll get started on that in time.

I’m also fairly certain that I’m forgetting a number of people that I’ll wind up making gifts for, but really… I’ll worry about that tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is all other day.

Fun finds

Sunshine and I went to the local flea-market trade-days last month to see what we could find that was interesting and had potential for use in our little house.

We found this.

It’s a thingamabob that chickens nest and lay eggs in. It’s currently oriented the wrong way; it will actually mount horizontally. I’m going to use it to hold towels, laundry supplies, and etcetera in the bathroom. Well, thats what im going to do with it after I give it a good power-wash. Even though it looks and smells clean, I’m not taking any chances. 

I’m definitely going for a “house from found objects” vibe. I think this is a step in that direction.

In keeping with that “house from found objects” theme, I ordered this:

It’s so delightfully stupid, so completely fucking random, that I could not stop myself from completing the order. A toilet brush that looks like a cartoon flower in a pot? Who doesn’t want one of those?

I should probably stay the hell away from zulily. Between my random purchases and all the tea-themed sales I keep alerting Patricia to, I’m going to wind somebody up in trouble.

Yet another DIY project

Yesterday, I was helping the boss get an area of the yard cleaned up so he could bring in some more firewood. I’m lucky I didn’t break an ankle of something, because he area is a disaster of logs, canvas signs, broken pallets, giant bins of trash, and fuck knows what else.

But that’s not the point of this post. This is:

I saw this pallet laying there and asked what he was going to do with it. He told that I could have it if I wanted it.

I didn’t see a broken pallet. I saw a towel rack for the bathroom or a blanket rack for the living room.

Now I just have to finish my coffee table and the candle holders. This pallet needs some repairs, and it definitely needs to be sanded smooth and sealed with some clear coat. 

When am I going to allow myself time to make Christmas gifts? I really think I’m insane or something.

The last of the wood walls

I got the bathroom walls done.

It’s time to pack away the reclaimed wood until we can get the kitchen cabinets in and wrap the back and sides of the peninsula in reclaimed wood.

Final note: also, must pack away all the things so the spray foam guys can come in and spray insulation into the ceiling. They tape off everything so no over spray gets on your walls and floors and such; but they charge extra to move shit.

Postscript: once again, there’s Rude Ass, sticking his lower half in my damned pictures😅

Reader poll. Because I need help

So I found this sign at work this weekend and I stole it.

It’s not like the boss ever uses any of these signs once they’re torn down. Also? I found it in a pile out back, where it has resided for so long that I never even knew we had it.

I know I want to use this sign somewhere in my little house. It just made my heart sing for some strange reason. I just can’t figure out HOW I want to use it.

Do I want to hang it on a wall as “an art”? Do I want to make it into a shelf in my closet? Do I want to make it (in its entirety)  a part of a reclaimed wood wall in my bathroom? Or does it become part of the reclaimed wood face of the kitchen peninsula? Does it become a bench seat in my closet. Or do I do something else with it that I haven’t thought up yet?

Please help me, I can’t decide the perfectest use for this sign!

Without further ado, I give you:

the sign.

Repurposing project 

Since Sunshine couldn’t be bothered to get the table out of the barn for me, I did it myself.

One of the legs had rotted away at the bottom, so the table was all wobbly.

I’m going to refinish this table to put in the corner of the closet so I have a place to sit while I’m putting on shoes. It will also give me a bit of extra storage for small, infrequently used things. Like socks. 

I think I’ll be using the top of the upper level to display some of my expensive shoes. Because they do make my heart sing, so they should be appreciated even when I’m not wearing them.