Recently I was at my cousins house raiding his attic, oops I mean visiting.
He lives in my grandparents old house and has pretty much inherited everything with it, so when I’m looking to up cycle, straight to cousins I go! Trust me, he’s more than happy when I take something away 😂
My original reason for stopping by was lawn ornaments. I suddenly felt a huge need for some colorful creatures hanging out outside and I knew the grands had tons. One quick text later and I’m standing in a shed with my cousin laughing at me cringing and stepping away from shelves of gnomes. Sorry, those suckers creep me ( and the mister ) out…
We scored an amazing toadstool and an old cement frog that just makes me think of my gram when I see it. But the best thing ever, my side eyeing, you know he’s judging your life choices duck!! Fantastic, I love him 😂
They’re all so lovely and will look even better when the flowers and grass decide to finally grow again.
Anyway, back to the attic. A few months back I said to mister, we need a bench for the sunroom. He nodded ( probably just agreeing, he knows it’s easier that way ) I took it as a complete yes and started the search. I couldn’t seem to find what I was looking for. It had to be small, the rooms not very large, it had to be simple, and it had to be pretty. My attention span being what it is, after a few store visits, I gave up and completely forgot. And that’s how I found myself moving boxes and digging through the attic. Sure enough, buried in one of the back rooms under bird cages and behind a crib, my perfect little bench!
I completely looked it over last time I was there. I blame the horrible color just blending into shadows and walls. A quick trip to the hardware store for some sandpaper and paint, some elbow grease from mister, I totally started sanding it myself but being the kind guy he is he took over, and :