Do you have a friend who picks trash for you?
And I'm grateful.
She's picked me some really cool stuff.
But occasionally she picks stuff for herself.
Sometimes it's the right thing to do though.
Her keeping stuff for herself
But sometimes I know it isn't right.
And I have to wait patiently for a year or two while it sits in her garage until she comes to her senses and realizes that the right thing to do is give the trash to its rightful owner.
That would be me.
This vintage step stool.
It was meant to be mine.
When I say mine, I mean Sammy's.
It's just delicious.
So it's been hanging out in my kitchen for a few months now.
Sammy uses it to hangout on.
He's a hanger-outer.
It keeps him closer to the action.
We liked it just fine.
Without a cushion.
Just clothed in it's own chippiness.
But then. Over Christmas.
I was given the basket.
Whoops no picture.
A basket filled with Mr Quirky's mother's unfinished yarn projects.
This is something that all women of a certain age have.
These granny squares - along with many other things - were in the basket.
I'm not a fan.
Of the granny squares.
But way back when.
In the beginnings of the Pinterest.
I found these morsels
They win the prize for best use of granny squares. EVER.
I thought I would attempt a little knock-off.
And I like the little cushion and slip cover that I made.
But I don't like it nearly as much as the inspiration stools.
The basket didn't include any appropriate yarn to crochet little side skirts with.
So I'll be on a hunt for an appropriate yarn to do that.
Until then, Sammy and I will be enjoying it just like it is.
I think I'll paint it as well.
But I'll have to stare at it awhile.
To pick a color.
And probably figuring out how to make one or two of those inspiration pieces.
Damn, they're cute!
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